The Sepulcher of Sin was as intimidatingly majestic as it had been before, but this time knowing that I was entering it as someone who had been touched by something so primally evil turned it into a place that was just... awe inspiring and larger than life.
There was just something about the atmosphere that seemed to cling to me as I walked, and when I reached the entrance to the Sepulcher I stopped to take in the various monks inside, all of whom stopped to turn to look at me.
Some were staring at me with fear in their eyes, others were clenching their fists and seemingly holding themselves back, and a handful were going through whatever motions helped ground them as they stared a hole straight through me.
For a moment I felt a bit horrible for walking into a room of people who had felt the tiniest touch of that primal evil whilst I must have been reeking of it, but at the same time... this was a place for those that had been touched like that, so it was where I needed to be.
