Lined up along the east and west walls are more than a dozen stone coffins, their lids carved with the features of long-dead warriors. Dust and cobwebs cover their edges, but several appear to have been disturbed—slightly shifted or opened from within.
At the far northern wall, a statue of a proud human warrior stands vigil, spear in hand and gaze fixed eternally ahead. The inscription at its base reads:
"Once this fails, the battle is lost."
Behind the statue, from somewhere within the stone itself, comes the sound of sinister, muffled chanting—a low, rhythmic murmur that vibrates through the floor, as if something ancient and malevolent were gathering strength just beyond the wall.



