Michael Died Again...

While Michael was heading toward the distillery district to reunite with Gaya, deep beneath the surface of an unknown domain, in a temple dedicated to the worship of Xyloth, a different kind of conversation was taking place.

The temple was built underground and its walls were stained crimson with the blood of countless sacrifices. There were intricate carvings, depicting scenes of violence and torture, adorned the walls, their details rendered in gruesome, lifelike detail. If that wasnt creepy enough, various skeletons both human and beasts were strung together with thick chains and hanging from the ceiling. On the ground, cells, their iron bars rusted and stained with blood, lined the perimeter of the main chamber. Within those cells, the remnants of… unfortunate souls… lay scattered, their bodies mutilated, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles.