The Altar of Forbidden Knowledge
Being struck by the poisoned dagger had not only caused Xander to be vulnerable to light, but it also made him feel slow and lethargic. He could still move around, but every step seemed to be more painful than the previous.
Standing underneath the unlit brazier, Xander stared at his Chronica and saw that the minute had was pointing eastward at number three.
The burial chamber was largely empty, save for the old burial urns, candelabra stands, and the wooden caskets slumbering inside stony tombs, some of which had cracked lids and dusty walls covered in cobwebs.
As far as Xander could see, there were no altars here, and the only object that resembled something like that was the pedestal in front of the statue of Neriti. However, that pedestal was currently occupied by a brass urn and it was nowhere close to the direction in which his Chronica was pointing.