""Well then, come closer Filth, I may never leave this room. But you wouldn't either""

He wasn't afraid when he saw a couple of the Shells standing in the middle of the hallway.

They were not a threat to him, they usually were just passive stalkers too afraid to attack directly.

Broken servants of long gone Master

But they were not supposed to be here.

As far as he knew, they tried to stay away from the main roads.

And here lies one of them.

And his job, for now at least, was to ensure that thees roads are safe.

Roads lead to cities, even here it is the same

There was not much to think of.

He was surprised, that they did not flee immediately, as he approached them,

"But after all" he thought to himself, "they do hate humans, they just fear us far more"

He was concerned when more of them started to appear from the columns.

With unnatural silence, they tear throughout the stone, forcing themselves into painful existence.

He saw that happening, some time ago, but it was far deeper into the crypt.

There even the walls themselves were hostile to human presence.

Something was off.

They attacked him with too much fury, like something was pushing them.

And when shivers came across the very stones of the room. He already knew what's gonna happen.

Behind him, unnecessary slow, like it gave him a chance to run, appeared the Architect with two pointless Guards,

It's almost like they grew out of the marble floor,

Another crude parody to the world unreachable far above.

All the stories, of those who met it, flooded his mind.

He felt it, cold grip of fear around his soul.

Forcing him, to hide, to run.

He should run, it wasn't fast enough to catch him.

The Guards are, but they are not a problem, They're like the Shells, but more skilled, they can be destroyed with a good hit.

Architect's can't

They are the will of the Last Crypt

One with its eternity

They require some kind of magical force to disperse their essence, It won't kill them but it's gona take them some time to reappear.

He should run. He has no chance here.

No.

He braced himself.

A paper bullet, they had some magic to it, They're wrapped around a scroll that upon ignition releases a burst of raw magic.

This place strips you of you're fears, only to fool you.

Will it be enough?

He doubt it.

But it was he's only option.

"I will not run" He calmly whispered

"The only thing I left to lose here, is my Honor, my Dignity, and I will not falter before this God's mockery"