Orion stared intently at the fragmented mural, his dual-colored eyes narrowing with deep contemplation.
The scattered remnants of stone lay before him, painted fragments depicting a vague, severed or broken form that defied easy identification.
It was difficult to discern whether this mural had been intentionally destroyed by someone attempting to conceal a truth, or if something entirely different and perhaps more catastrophic had occurred to break it apart.
He knelt briefly, picking up one of the broken shards, running his thumb gently across the cracked, faded paint. Nyss stood quietly beside him, her calm eyes fixed carefully upon the mural, seemingly lost in her own thoughtful considerations.
Finally, after a long pause, Orion released a quiet sigh, placing the fragment gently back onto the floor. "We can't determine anything concrete here," he murmured softly, standing up again and brushing the dust from his fingertips.
