The moment they crossed into the next floor, the difference was immediate.
The space narrowed slightly, the wide expanse of the first floor gave way to narrowed corridor lined with walls instead of pillars.
On the walls was something unique to the floor.
"Murals," he said.
Damaged murals took up the space, they were worn down, with some of them scraped away while others seemed to have been shattered.
Entire sections were missing as though someone had deliberately tried to erase them.
Even with that, enough remained to at least help in making sense.
Lilith's steps slowed, her gaze flickering on them as she walked.
Unlike Atheline, she didn't stop to study them. She just looked as she moved forward.
In the first section of the mural, a figure dominated the whole place.
He was seated on what looked like a throne his considerable height visible despite being seated.
Around him, darkness draped over him like it belonged. His Majesty could be felt even from the painting.
