After a while, Elendirill couldn't even guess how long, what's the meaning of time anyways when there are more important things to think about, they reached a more artificial part of the cave.
It seems like these parts have been crafted by human hands ... maybe even dwarves, it almost looks natural.
Let's be careful from now on.
It was hard, but Elendirill tried to resist the force for a while, which drove them forward, it was futile he learned, so he needed to be ready when they were pulled around a corner. Untill now all curves in the cave seemed natural, and no intersection was conceiled from the eye, but when they entered parts made by human or dwarven hands, this could change ...
Suddenly they stood still, the force seemed to have stopped drawing them in .. and even if it didn't, Elendirill doubted if he could have moved another muscle after what he saw ...
It was not only the cruel shape of the altar, it seemed like there was an unnatural feeling coming from it. This altar wasn't made from ... anything from this world, it wasn't natural in the most horrible, literal sense of the word ... And even worse, he could feel pain echoing from it, like thousands and thousands of voices were trapped inside ...
Feraila he whispered ...
