Death, Devotion, Dissonance Chapter 84 - Creatures Of The Temple

Just like the outside, the interior of the Temple held true to the terror-inducing the: splattered red could be found every ten steps, dim lighting from the candles swaying from the ceiling, and the windows on the side that definitely felt much thinner than how they looked from outside.

There were light sources, but overall, darkness reigned inside the Temple and many things were sure to escape Evin's attention. But Evin wasn't very worried. Despite being useless most of the ti, the World of Darkness was his forte, after all.

the Voice didn't seem very shocked by the turn of events.

Its casual dismissal of the corpse cald Evin down, and gave him an impression that maybe things weren't as bad as he was making them out to be.

Diligently, he checked his illusory covers and followed the route. On the way, he encountered more corpses of the creatures, their numbers increasing in each room. These newer corpses also had much cleaner deaths, with so of them even not having any wounds at all, except for being slightly wet. Evin suspected that these ones were Decatur's handwork.

It also showed that the nobles' group had probably just arrived here.

But aside from these encounters, nothing interesting happened until Evin was t with a divide in the path. One choice led him downstairs, while the other choice stayed on the current floor.

He put himself in the shoes of the nobles and decided that they would be more willing to stay on the current level, as it should be brighter. Also, the Temple was three stories tall, so it would be natural for them to think that staying here would lead to the floors above.

'Perhaps they could've divided their group to cover more ground, but considering the Temple's atmosphere, the last thing I'd want to do is to separate,' Evin reasoned.

Then, realizing that he was exploring this creepy area all by himself, he felt a bit good about himself. Shaking away the unneeded thoughts, Evin carefully descended downstairs, and was t with a wooden door.

the Voice suddenly warned.

Evin held his ears to the door and half-expected the students to be talking behind the door… but the only thing he could hear was a rhythmical, yet hoarse breathing, almost bordering on a snore. It reminded him of the tis his father would get drunk and lightly snore throughout the night.

'I can't be sure, but that must be one of those creatures,' Evin decided.