Chapter 110: The Crypt
"Definitely not what I was expecting to find here..." Calen admitted.
"I mean it’s a temple, something like this would make sense, but I concur it is a bit excessive." Alfred nodded.
The underground level was a crypt - an absolutely massive one, easily bigger than the group level of the temple. Rows and rows of stone sarcophagi stretched on every direction, and each of them was adorned with sculpture representing whoever was buried inside.
For some reason however, none of the depictions had a face - just like the statue outside, but despite that each and every one of them was different.
"Kind of a weird way of honouring the dead." Alfred commented. "Since their faces are scrubbed people can’t easily recognise who it is, but the fact that they are unique suggests they wanted to know who lies where."
"Perhaps it was a custom from the age of the old gods?" Isara suggested. "Either that or there’s some symbolism behind it - like: we were individuals, but our identity doesn’t matter."
"What would be the point behind a message like that?"
"I don’t know, I made it up after all."
After that exchequer they searched the entire level, but they haven’t found anything of note.
"Grave robbing isn’t on my agenda, so I don’t think there’s anything in here for us." Calen stated, but then something caught his attention.
In the sea of similar stone coffins he spotted a one that looked different - it didn’t have a sculpture on it.
He came closer to inspect it, and saw that it had even more differences from the others - for one it wasn’t as tall as the rest, and it was cut from a different type of stone.