Duke stepped into the passage, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls, mixing with the distant sound of the wind.
The passage was long, and murals could occasionally be seen on the stone walls on either side.
The style of the murals was very primitive, with bold lines and single colors, but the content was clear—people fighting, kneeling, sacrificing, dying.
Duke didn't have time to look closely; he could feel the life energy at the end of the passage moving, as if patrolling.
He slowed his pace, as streams of sand silently flowed out around him, forming a thin curtain of sand at his side.
The passage widened, and a light appeared ahead, not the light from Crystal Stones, but something warmer and softer, like torches.
Duke moved slowly along the wall.
As he turned the last corner, he saw something.
It was humanoid, but not completely.
It was wrapped in layers of cloth strips, the strips yellowed and blackened, the edges frayed, revealing the shriveled skin beneath.
