A taloned hand brushes along the carvings engraved on the rock wall. Reverend has no idea what any of them mean, before the images it shows. But they are captivating. So as it stalks down the tunnel, his azure eyes take it in.

It's not the only thing in the tunnel. He'd walk past a large alcove, tucked in the opposite wall, unaware someone is there with its back turned. So it's to no one in particular when he mutters to itself, "How long have these been here?"