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There was a building terror within the heart of Lucian as the two of them walked through the chambers. Their eyes searching for the cause of silence. After the landing into the temple the two of them had walked into a hallway that Lucian knew would lead the two of them towards the Garden.
Nothing seemed too out of place to Lucian. As they tried to pass into the next room the Peasant Squire noticed that Adok had stopped himself and moved the door to get a better look at it, “The door was forced open.”
“So something happened?”
“Aye.”
The two of them walked through the door and into what was another great landing just like the one before. This one however was a staging ground for those to enter the Garden of Morr itself. Its one and only gate wide open for all to enter and exit.
Such a thing was not right, Lucian knew, for the Priests of Morr did not keep the gates so wide open so close to the evening.
With a fury built up within his heart Lucian almost ran. His heart telling him something that it should not have known. He quickly outran Adok and looked through the open gates of Morr to a sight that he did not wish he had seen.
“FATHER ALBERT!” Lucian cried as he rushed into the garden without care.
“UMGI WAIT!” Adok yelled as he tried to catch the Peasant.
Lucian’s eye gazed to see half a dozen men dead about them. Upon the ground were several corpses that looked several years dead by now next to the fresh corpses of those that Lucian knew.
The most noteworthy one that Lucian knew was Father Albert. The man’s black hood brushed away to reveal his slightly withered face and graying hair. He had upon his face the look of terror as whatever killed him had ripped out the man’s heart.
“By the ancestors.” Adok said as he arrived to glimpse at the sight himself.
“These… these were the undead.” Lucian realized as he looked at the decaying corpses scattered about in new cloth, “We… the Temple was attacked!”
“They were the victor.” Adok said as he looked firmly upon Lucian, “What did they take?”
