The mine is divided into three layers. The deeper one goes, the more noticeable the changes in the surrounding environment become.
The holy façade gradually peels away, revealing its true appearance.
On the third layer, the light has almost disappeared. The miners rely solely on their headlamps; the air is thin, stiflingly hot and humid, and the drips of water seeping from the rock walls carry a sulfurous odor. Only the occasional sound of chiseling and the distant, meaningless clanging of metal echoes in the tunnels.
All prayers originate from this layer.
Bazatous followed the source of the prayers, delving deeper, as a familiar scent filled the air.
Through a secret entrance resembling a crevice in the mine, He entered this dark, silent space and saw the exhausted miners gathered around the center of the array.
