The torchlight gradually calmed to reveal a triangular room, with Tradden at the peak, a vaulted ceiling
arching away from the doorway to its highest point some twenty feet up at the wide end of the room, some
thirty or so feet away, dim in the gloom.
The statue was directly opposite the door he had just come through, but on the far side of the room. It
appeared to be a man with his arms and face raised towards the sky, similar in style to the broken
ones atop the hill near the “mouth”. Flanking it on either side were two stone doors, similar
to the one Zero had just managed to open.
To the east and west, leading out of this chamber, were wide archways, perhaps into other rooms, lost in
the gloom and darkness.
The young fighter was about to step forward, to usher the light into the archways, when he noticed the
unusual markings upon the stone floor. It bore an artful pattern of raised black stones, a couple of feet
across each, littering the floor of the chamber. To get to the other side of the room there seemed little
option but to step on or between the stones. The nearest was only some inches from Tradden’s
feet.
Lowering the torch he looked at the nearest by his feet to see that it was exquisitely carved,
an eyeball looking out from the blackness, the channels of the carvings glowing ever so slightly. The
others had eyeballs too, some looking up, some looking to the side, and some perhaps behind.