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Your first steps were through bits of broken marbles. The mountain spell had managed to melt the support of a statue and it had crumbled, giving your party full view of Muribel inner palace and it was, undeniably, an opulent sight. The hall was half the size of the ''public'' one, six gilded pillars with lady snakes carved into them proceeded toward your destination, stopping at a circle carved into the roof where a garden had been built into, something very similar to what Shereen had in her room. Three large pathways separated east, west and north; the red pillar of death made a sharp incline directly in front of you, into a faraway room
The pyramid was closed off by a pair of heavy-set doors and long, long walls, yet noises of battles filtered out. Stormy winds, muffled roars, and the constant sound of breaking glasses all mingled together into an unearthly ballet of death, a battle between Supremes.
''Guess this is where the scorpions wanted to welcome us.'' Olga grunted. ''Would have been messy.''
''Keep an eye for magical traps.'' Sieglinde spoke sternly. ''Let's go!''
Thankfully, nothing harrassed your party. The silence in the room reinforced the noises of battles -both behind and at the front- giving you the impression of being stuck in a bubble. Since there wasn't any dangers, Deruella let go of Shereen.
''Krr! Figures!'' Elina growled after giving one of the handles a good squeeze, Hao was putting all of her reinforced strength into the other one without success.
''Fucking thing is glowing, it's magical.'' Olga pointed out.
Indeed, faint purple light traveled the lengths of the doors, probably stirred by the girls touch.
''I don't think Zaza could go through this...''
''Hold on.'' Shereen stepped forward, pulling her small dagger out of its scabbard. ''These doors have always been ope-''
Something crashed against the doors hard enough to shake them, your little sun nearly dropped her knife.
''Anyway!'' Faint redness colored her brown skin. ''There was something similar in Myrtidal church.'' Embracing Focus, she gently cut a line on the human part of her thigh to extract a thin line of blood, she inserted it inside what you assumed to be a keyhole and, after a few tense moments of silence, the light of the doors extinguished and a noticeable rumbling shook them from within.
A rush of heat made you whirl around and bear your shield, you witnessed the trail end of Olga spell smash into the head of a sudden intruder, killing a misshapen humanoid instantly.
''Bloody statues fucking moved! They got glowy eyes now!'' The firewitch yelled. Indeed, the lamias heads have pivoted to look at your party with two glowing points of magical purples lighting up their stony eyes.
Necromantic energy swirled around the room, creating tears in the essence of the world, and out of them, ghostly shades began to emerge. Purple tendrils attached each tear to a statue.
''Them again!?'' Klesiah grunted.
