The Unsealing

The sacrifices looked promising, so we ordered the Legionnaires to unseal the first entrance. So far, we’ve unearthed little but bare walls and dust. Wondrous to behold and of marvelous proportions, but nothing like what Pontifex Charmion sought. And yet, I cannot deny a certain feeling. There is a presence within the Ennead itself, unlike any I have ever felt. It’s a heaviness in every breath, and a feeling of eyes watching from the empty walls. Uncanny...but not unwelcome.