By the book

Uriel followed the voice enthralled by curiosity as though his life wasn't hanging by the thinnest of threads as the creature resumed its starved chase the moment Uriel stopped firing at it, yet Uriel knew that all he had done so far had earned him nothing but time.

If there was at least a sliver of hope inside his museum, Uriel was ready to risk it all as he kept his eyes closed and his mind more focused than ever into his trait.

The voice led Uriel to an ordinary wall and if not for the ominous feeling the voice carried, Uriel would have disregarded it as his imagination. But said feeling was much too similar to the one he got from the chants performed by the cultists which reassured Uriel there had to be something behind that specific wall that could spell Uriel's doom or salvation.