Father, what have you done?
The wall before them was covered in eerie and unsettling artwork, depicting dark rituals and sacrifices. Adela's sharp eyes caught the presence of both Hebrew and Latin words interwoven with the macabre scenes, and she couldn't help but be drawn to them.
As she stopped to examine the cryptic symbols and magical spells etched into the wall, Richard, ever vigilant, halted as well. He watched Adela intently, concern and curiosity etched on his face.
"Adela!" he called out her name, his voice filled with a mix of worry and anticipation.
Adela, lost in thought as she examined the enigmatic writing, finally snapped her attention back to Richard. Her fingers traced the markings as she contemplated their significance.
"Richard," she began thoughtfully, "I'm not proficient in Hebrew, but I'm quite skilled in Latin. Could you please read what's written here?" She gestured toward the wall, indicating the sections of text that had caught her eye.