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damned_institute2010-01-18 07:31 pm
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Night 46: East Hall
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As soon as Kratos had crossed through the threshold leading into the eastern hall, the door locked behind them. There was no way to move but forward now, like a game or story pushing toward its conclusion. That was how this entire basement felt like: a surreal game.
Once again, the dim light of the candles lining the walls of the hall illuminated the gruesome artwork hanging from the walls, and Kratos shook his head as he glanced at one of the tapestries as they walked down the long, narrow hall. Distasteful...
As soon as Kratos had crossed through the threshold leading into the eastern hall, the door locked behind them. There was no way to move but forward now, like a game or story pushing toward its conclusion. That was how this entire basement felt like: a surreal game.
Once again, the dim light of the candles lining the walls of the hall illuminated the gruesome artwork hanging from the walls, and Kratos shook his head as he glanced at one of the tapestries as they walked down the long, narrow hall. Distasteful...
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There was no way he could miss the macabre artwork adorning the walls. Hitsugaya's paid little attention to the gruesome paintings depicting various scenes of death and carnage. They seemed to be portraying battlefields, but he couldn't be sure.
"The door's over here." As far as he was concerned, there wasn't any reason to spend anymore time than necessary here.