The smooth stones slipped away into the darkness as Crioone and her companions began their journey further into the fortress of mysteries. Led by the dim light of the glowing gem, the three deamons crept forwards at a slow pace, keeping silent and hiding in the darkness as much as possible. As they went further into the long winding and twisting tunnels of the fortress, and temperature began to drop slowly, and the levels of breathable air began evermore scarce. Soon enough, the three deamons came to a stop, the tunnel they were in leading off in two directions. Taverna's hand reached back to his shoulder, grabbing and unfolding the map, allowing Crioone to hold the gem at an appropriate distance so that he could read the map and still have enough light to see. Nara spread her wings out behind her, casting the three deamons into shadow, hiding them from any watchful eyes.
"The map shows us here," said Taverna, pointing to a spot in about the middle of the map, "But the line that we've been following stops here, only to re-appear way over here, nowhere nere where we are now..." his voice trailing off, Taverna lay the map on the ground, allowing Crioone and Nara to get a better look at it.
Suddenly Crioone cried out, her head no longer facing the map, but the wall to its side. etched deeply into the stones, words could be faintly seen, their true meaning hidden behind many years of erosion and fierce winds before being placed into the castle. Taverna ran his hands along the stone wall, his fingers slipping in and out of each groove. Nara's eyes glimmered as they moved back and forth, taking in everything she could. Meanwhile, Crioone's eyes were closed, her sixth sence taking the words in for her. And then, all at once, the three deamons spoke what they could understand:
"...joined together...and vanquish their... The great one... into the fog... demise... destrought... destroyed...
When the... rose up once... conquered... the fog is only... are banished..."
