"How peculiar," Anri scratches his helmet: "I thought this gate is guarded."
Horace looks around, still holding his halbert for any potential threat.
"Let's take a look." Anri says, entering the gate with his friend followed closely behind: "Seems like there's no one."
Horace puts his halbert away and points at a ladder.
"Ah, yes," Anri said: "We should go down there."
The pair slowly descended the ladder. Instead of an ancient, paved and mossy stone floor, they are confronted by melted rocks and pieces of obsidian covering the ground.
"Who goes there?" A man calls out.
"Oh my," Anri shift his attention to the source of the voice and sees a wound man with the handle of a Greatsword in his hand: "Whatever happened to you?"
"There's nothing for you to take," The man gasps for air: "Turn back."
"We will not," Anri says as Horace points his halbert to the man: "My apologies."
"Then go on your own risk," The man throws Anri the handle: "Look."
"It's melted?" Anri studies the handle.
"My brother died," The man coughs: "And I'm wounded."
"You don't seem to be bleeding," Anri tosses the handle aside.
"She's a Witch of Chaos," The man says, removing part of his clothing which reveals a cauterized wound: "She commands fire."
"Did she kill your brother?" Anri asks.
"No," The man groans: "He...chased after her and fell off of the ladder."
"We must go," Anri says, frowning under his helmet, exit the building with Horace following closely behind.
"What do you make of this situation?" Anri asks as the pair traverse the poisonous swamp.
Horace says nothing.
The pair then stumbled upon a stone gate, and beyond the open doors lies a road with countless swords of all manners resting on the side.
"How peculiar," Anri says, swords on his hand: "It's too quiet."
Horace looks at the giant claw marks on the ground and shrugs.
"What could have caused this?" Anri stops and examines the bodies of Corvians on the ground.
Horace looks around and sees Corvians and wraiths, who, instead of fighting each other, quivers in fear.
"We should go," Anri says, griping tightly onto his sword and shield.