The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope

Untitled Part 78

When I reached down into the dark hall, my device let fire into the sewer on the wall with a torch. A faint light began to play on the walls in the room. The walls, decorated with colored ancient figures, provided a terrifying sight .

In the center of the hall stood a structure reminiscent of a stone coffin. Tables around him. That food, drink.

Eskam went to the stone structure and then lifted its lid. There was a flight of stairs. Lement. A smaller room followed. There the smell of death was no stranger. The light filtering in from above was even dimmer. Eskam closed his eyes so as not to be disturbed by the shadows. You won't see anything here anyway.

He took a deep breath and headed for his right hand. He took forty steps and then reached a flight of stairs. There he performed two degrees. then he turned his face up and slowly blew out the air he had kept in his lungs until now. He could feel his face caressed by fresh air. He slowly sucked his lungs, then stepped down the stairs and walked on, now to his left hand. He took twenty steps, then up a flight of stairs. He reached a room. There was no smell of death here. He began to breathe calmly.

He recalled the sight in his mind when he first visited here. There was a fire in the room at the time, and preparatory work was underway. The grave of Gorda was prepared. His father, who was also involved in the design of the room. He went to the entrance, where he touched the stone door, which could be opened from the upper hall. And close from here. When closed, the room slowly runs out of air. In the open state, it passes through the wind, which gives the person the life-giving air.

My escape burst into tears. He collapsed on the floor of the room and sobbed loudly. No one heard.