"Not exactly the adventure you were hoping for, I imagine." Leon murmured, looking forward. They rode in silence for the rest of their journey, it not being too long before the sanctuary came into view, the woods opening up into a serene, peaceful clearing, rocks scattered here and there, which were covered in light green moss. The grass was short and healthy, a dark green. The individual blades swayed in gentle waves as the breeze hit them, just ahead of them being a rocky hillside. Built into the side of the hill, was the sanctuary itself.
It was overgrown with multiple roots, the pillars that held up the triangular roof cracked, some even toppled over, making a mess of the stairs leading up into it. From within, a faint orage glow could be seen, the two ornate, iron doors cracked ever-so-slightly, both rusted and one severely bent up. "Do the elves not take much care of their temples? Damn..." Leon murmured, shaking his head as he rode to the front. Leon dismounted, helping Flordia down before examining the doors for a long time.
He grumbled under his breath, glancing at her. "Keep behind me... There could be something dangerous inside." He told her, drawing his blade, holding it at his side as he kept his kite shield in front of his body protectively. He kicked against the iron door, nudging it open slowly. It made a loud, awful creaking sound, Leon immediately noticing a huge, open area full of pillars, the floor made of cracked, dust-covered tiles. A carpet going down the center led all the way to the far wall, where an alter and a number of religious carvings rested.
He took a long moment to look around, lowering his shield and sheathing his sword as soon as he was sure they were alone. He approached the wall slowly, looking around for whatever was causing the faint light that covered the sanctuary. Upon closer inspection, a giant, orange sphere high above the altar, embedded in the wall was being held by two identical, mirror statues, who were also embedded in the wall on either side of the altar. It seemed to emit the light they were seeing, powered by magical energy. Leon looked closely at the altar, noticing some words carved into the stone.
FOR LADY MIVANA, LAY THY FLESH DOWN.
Leon raised his brows. "I had no idea your people were into human sacrifice." He joked, knowing good and well that this sanctuary had most likely been abandoned for decades. He sat on the floor against the wall, removing his shield and placing it beside him, along with the sheathe holding his sword. He fished through his bag for a short while, pulling out a bottle of Adelan mead. Popping it open, he took a swig before making a slight face. If he was going to be stuck here all night, he'd at least enjoy himself. That meant drinking. A lot.