The crewmen advanced slowly into the tomb of the ancient heroes.
Their footsteps echoed softly on the stone floor, each tap quickly fading into the vast, hushed emptiness around them. The air was cool, untouched by wind or time, carrying a faint trace of dust and the lingering whisper of incense long since gone.
In their hands were lanterns with white lights, brought from Mist City, whose glow could pierce through the fog and light up the entire surroundings.
In hushed tones, the sailors whispered among themselves about the possibilities the tomb might hold, their imaginations running wild. But whenever their voices dared to rise above the silence, the captain quickly hushed them.
Rosacer followed closely, his posture hunched and his pace just a bit behind.
