At the foot of the stairs, two tall wooden Totems stood.
Each with large protruding eyes, and wide gaping mouths, that seemed to ooze out subtle Incitement of power to the atmosphere.
The Totems stood on both sides of the stairs, like carved guardians sculpted to protect the flight of stairs from the unworthy.
Ikem felt a deep chill run down his spine, and a heavy sensation crawl upon his chest.
It felt like rejection.
With the impression that the Totems, the flight of stairs and whatever lay at its peak was not meant for him; for his undeserving eyes to see.
In a way it was different from what he sensed from the Phantosia, in the former it was like he had glimpsed at a cursed secret carried by the world; one that should not be known by an Un-god.
Here it just felt weird and disjointed, and not equally as disturbing.
Thinking of the Phantosia, Ikemefuna felt his blood curl. But his eyes gained a deeper sheen as he pondered silently.
Things were strange.
