Looking at the skulls.
Celeste Grant's expression lit up.
Really.
She felt like there was nowhere to step. From a distance, they were skulls; up close, they were still piles of skulls. There were several right at her feet. Two of them stared straight at her, with will-o'-the-wisps floating above their heads.
The grim, terrifying atmosphere made it look just like a mass grave. Anyone fainthearted who stumbled in here would probably be scared to death. If you added some scary music, this could be the set of a horror movie. The Archfiend's aesthetic sense hadn't changed a bit.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Just then, Javier Sinclair had come to stand beside her.
