The black stone gate was pushed open.
The scent of thick blood wafted through the gap, enveloping the two as if they were submerged in a sea of blood.
Lorna's face changed.
Behind the door.
Many corpses were lying haphazardly.
There were miners, as well as ordinarily dressed people.
Their deaths were ghastly, with skin festering all over, bodies covered in decaying flesh, and faces frozen in terror.
It was evident that they had suffered inhuman pain before death.
Although the corpses were strewn around, upon closer inspection, they formed a circle with a distinct pattern.
Even their dried blood trails created unique traces.
At the very center of the hall was a small round platform.
The platform was engraved with strange symbols, with all blood trails converging there. At this moment, the platform appeared ordinary, but the two dared not relax.
"This should be a special Spiritual Prayer Ceremony, and the entity being communicated with is certainly not a normal god."
