Inside the antechamber, Finn and Seraphina stood there like two complete doofuses who had no idea what they were doing.
Which was accurate—they had no idea what they were doing.
Ahead of them, a staircase led up to two massive doors looming over the chamber. The surface was etched with ancient carvings—people kneeling in prayer before some strange, heart-shaped object at the center.
'Oh, well isn't that nice.'
Finn frowned. These people clearly worshipped some weird god, and every red flag in existence was waving in his head.
It reminded him of old civilizations back on Earth—sacrifices, statues, child offerings. Creepy cult nonsense. He really hoped that wasn't the case here, but all signs were pointing straight to "yep, definitely a creepy cult."
Seraphina glanced at him with a wide-eyed look—like those over-the-top clickbait thumbnails from fake scary videos. "What does that painting mean…?"
"I think it means 'praise the god.'"
