CIAN
the eye
'Is everything ready?'
Beneath the Temple is a crypt. Walls of jagged stone lit only by the glow of a few torches make the caverns and halls feel as ominous and full of uncertainty as one would expect. The dead do not breathe and stir, so the only sounds for the walls to produce an echo of are the spluttering of flames and the breaths of the two souls who currently find themselves in the dark. The third does not possess a soul, nor breathe, for all the noise she makes.
The hollows of Cian's face are emphasized by the fire from the torch he holds, and yet despite the warmth his eyes are still a cold blue. "The doors are locked? The passage sealed?" He wonders in a gravely voice, an eyebrow raised.
Beneath the Temple is a crypt. Walls of jagged stone lit only by the glow of a few torches make the caverns and halls feel as ominous and full of uncertainty as one would expect. The dead do not breathe and stir, so the only sounds for the walls to produce an echo of are the spluttering of flames and the breaths of the two souls who currently find themselves in the dark. The third does not possess a soul, nor breathe, for all the noise she makes.
The hollows of Cian's face are emphasized by the fire from the torch he holds, and yet despite the warmth his eyes are still a cold blue. "The doors are locked? The passage sealed?" He wonders in a gravely voice, an eyebrow raised.
