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>Try to check the cracks on the walls, maybe there are hidden passages around.
Exalted walls of lost history, now in such deterioration that they are forced to support their weight on the adjacent buildings.
Architectural skeletons of the city itself.
And still, you find no opening.
They diligently hold the city back, shells of what they were, but they hold on.
Empty and unguarded, they wail silently.
You will not find another entrance to the interior that has not been built with the wall itself.
>Check the cross, the shadow seems there is someone crucified
You check the cross on the door, its shadow would imply that there is someone crucified on it but there isn't.
You lower the wood to the ground to be able to see it better.
Blood and nails stain it, recent marks of usage reveal that there was someone nailed there.
The ailing wood twisted by a prisoner it still remembers.
And on top of the cross, tied to the top, a blood drenched cloth with green hues of the original design.
The estimation is that this has been here for about a week, maybe less.
>only one path, advance
You walked through the main entrance expecting some kind of resistance.
Spears held high and eyes darting in all directions, you expected an ambush.
The only risk was stepping on broken tiles and tripping.
The sun still refused to take over the skies, leaving the moon watching your journey.
The city was in the dark, the little light of perpetual dawn was covered by the tall buildings.
So you walked with the lights of your torches.
[Vision group A]
Some of the expedition members, however, were not convinced that you were not being followed.
Small reflections of the light from your fires were sporadically glimpsed in the dark.
Reflections of metals in the distance, but without a perceptible pattern.
Was there something there or was it a mirage of paranoia taking control?
Regardless of the nature of these visions
You all kept walking down what looked like the main street.
Gray stone buildings loomed over you, threatening to collapse.
They were nothing more than skeletons or decaying architecture.
Corpses of buildings containing nothing but rubble.
And these dark buildings moved away from you.
They parted to give way to a market square.
