The screams continued as the explored. The would slow on occasion, silence stretching out as long as two or three minutes before they would resume, seemingly worse than before every time. The trio did their best to just push on, checking small side chambers for anything menacing or loot-worthy as they went.
The side chambers were all the same though. Small, circular with a diameter of roughly ten feet, with a font built against the wall opposite the doorless entrance. The chambers had open spaces in the walls for more corpses, but they were always empty (and devoid of dust, which made Samuel more nervous than he cared to admit) though the fonts always were freely flowing.
Always with blood.
“What. The. Hell.” Needles said upon first seeing such a sight, a good summation of how Wheeze an
