Poe was clearly about to volunteer, but this time Magica cut him off. "I can handle this. Go watch over the others."
He clearly wasn't happy about this, but stroked her hair. "... Call for me and I'll be there in a second."
"I know." She squeezed his shoulder before heading to the cellar. The door itself looked plain and ordinary, definitely not something one would think was holding souls of the dead - which was possibly the point.
After Magica opened the door and took the first step, torches lit up on their own - but even they were dim, suggesting this place had not been visited in ages. It was cold and damp down below, and seemed far bigger on the inside than the outside suggested it could have held. All along the back wall were murals of past Spell family members, with large coffin-like boxes beneath them, the keepers of the bones.
Magica was doing her best not to look at the final set of murals - her mother and father, no doubt.
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He clearly wasn't happy about this, but stroked her hair. "... Call for me and I'll be there in a second."
"I know." She squeezed his shoulder before heading to the cellar. The door itself looked plain and ordinary, definitely not something one would think was holding souls of the dead - which was possibly the point.
After Magica opened the door and took the first step, torches lit up on their own - but even they were dim, suggesting this place had not been visited in ages. It was cold and damp down below, and seemed far bigger on the inside than the outside suggested it could have held. All along the back wall were murals of past Spell family members, with large coffin-like boxes beneath them, the keepers of the bones.
Magica was doing her best not to look at the final set of murals - her mother and father, no doubt.