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Escher watched as the giant laid his hand down to rest, within doing so caused the ground to shake and bring about a thunderous sound. Escher put his hand up to his left ear, covering the sound. After, he looked back towards the giant, and listened to the words it started speaking in a lower tone than before. That part actually surprised Escher, he didn't know a a moving titan could lower its voice. When it finished by asking him if he had the courage to take the challenge laid out before him. He took out his right hand from his pocket, looking at his gauntlet. He smiled and let his arm fall to his side. "A challenge huh? Fine, I accept. I'll show you the courage instilled to me as a knight of Jiaum." He said as he normal blue eyes shifted to a darker blue, almost to the point where they looked black, to signify his determination.

Escher only listen when told the story of how the land, the world, even the universe. He listened, intently, not missing a word. He was then told to enter the tomb. He then looked up as the titan moved his arm downward. It was pretty close to where they were standing as well. When asked if he had any questions, he could only think of one. "You say the seals mysteries are only known to The Enclave. But how would I know what to do once I find this seal?" He said hoping his one question would be answered. Regardless of his answer, he was still going to head under and search for the seal. He walked closer to the creator and waited just before the entrance, giving the titan time to answer.

Escher nodded, he pretty much understood. So he was to venture in and find this seal and somehow repair it. Sounded simple enough, but Escher knew it wouldn't be that simple, in this world, nothing is that simple. He took a deep breath and focused his energy if needed, for a quick defense. He figured finding these spirits would benefit him greatly. If the world rested on this then he had to work efficiently. Escher slowly entered the creator. It was fairly dark within the tomb of the enclave. Escher had to use the walls to guide himself. He was also lucky enough to have abit of light to help him see. In this moment he wished he had the power of fire instead of water, at least then the search for the seal could go abit more smoothly. Escher came toward some type of crypt within the tomb. It was abit lighter in here than the halls where he just came from. "The titan was protecting something like this...No time to sight see, got to find this seal." He said to himself. He turned around and wondered if the warriors following him earlier had followed him in.

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Escher was looking around. He thought he and the rest of the warriors were going to get lost down here. It was in that moment his eyes started to adjust to the dark. If that was the case that meant that there was some little getting in here. Not enough to see clearly but enough to make out a small narrow path. Escher looked around once again making sure he wasn't missing anything. once he was sure he spoke up, "There, there's a narrow passage here." He said walking towards the darkness. Escher stepped in and felt that it was a steep path, heading in first would mean any misstep behind him could be a bit risky, especially since it was so dark. While descending deeper, Escher could help but notice the different places of Jiaum shatter in broken here within the creator. He sighed and only continued downward.

Escher and his companions proceeded into the unknown. The fire from his fellows warded away the shadows, revealing the interior of a growing, deepening crag that did not appear to be caused by Rykort's Guardian's awakening. The stone here was different; smoother and almost willfully shaped. It was as though The Lord of Stones himself had set his fingers had carved the chasm. There was an architectural beauty to its sheer natural grandeur, and that grace endured even as they traveled further below. The air grew chill and breezeless. Their breath was fog in the flickering firelight. Their boot steps echoed below and above them, as thought their small band was marching with an army.

Then, after what felt like nearly an hour of travel, there was something in front of them. Broken stone - not like what came before but chiseled and craved by mortal hands. The narrow ledge on which they had walked widened out to allow the group steadier footing. Down here, there was another chasm. Smaller than the one they were actually in... but this one was not smooth or shaped. It was a raw wound within the earth, and it had ripped across the wall on their side and ahead of them ,into the structure. The strange and angular architecture of the building was joined by the shattered and scattered ruin of its front wall, door and the foyer that it descended into. No light came inside that black and broken doorway, and it looked like they would have to squeeze in past the rubble, one by one, to access the inside of the crypt.

In the sudden silence of their footsteps, when all had come to a stop and they regarded the ruins ahead of them, the faintest creaking sounds could be heard from inside...