And so, the group moved forward.
They were faced with the first room and Zoro took Woe's idea and Gennadiya's suggestion and he moved it on a step. Instructing the others with what he was thinking, the biqaj directed the group and also played his own part in filling the sacks. As they filled them with water, the bags began to lower down, the weight of the water making them
As they worked, it might be that they doubted. Nothing changed as they did, except of course for the sacks weighing down and moving down. And then, the eighth sack lowered to the point below the opening where the stream exited. As it did that, the holes on the floor lit and the light formed the shape of a ship. As it did, the mark in the middle of the room glowed once, so brightly that they had to shield their eyes. When they looked back, sitting there on the floor was a small blue crystal exquisitely cut and the colour of the ocean.
The lights remained, but the symbol glowed no more. Should the brave adventurers pick up the crystal, it felt cool and unremarkable - although it glowed slightly and produced a sort of weak energy. Except, if Zoro should lift it, as he did he felt as though he stood on the prow of a ship in the open ocean as a rolling wave lifted the vessel. He could taste the spray and feel the wind, so real was it.
And when Zoro touched the crystal, the door opened.
It opened into another room. This one was very similar to the first except the contents were different. Again, a closed and locked door which they could not budge. In the middle of the room there was a symbol on the floor - this one of Raskalarn - and it sat in the middle of a fighting pit which seemed disused for many an arc. On the four corners of the fighting pit there were crosses on the floor. Across one side of the room there was a long series of five mirrors. Should they look in the mirrors, there was nothing unusual except when Woe looked into the middle mirror.
And in that, he saw that there was a person standing in the fighting pit. A barbarian-looking-fella - human, it seemed, and ready for a fight. The fighter was pointing at Xander. There were two others behind him - a woman with jet black hair who stood on one of the corners of the fighting pit. Then, a biqaj male with dark hair standing on the other corner cross - and they both wore expressions of disdain and contempt.
But if Woe looked back, behind him, he'd see that they were not there. If he tried to move further than a few steps away from the mirror, the image faded.
And no matter what he did - the others could not see what Woe saw.
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