The interior of the pyramid lay in ruins. It was an utter and complete wreck. Broken stone blocks and collapsed walls littered the floor, covered in dust, debris, and dried blood.
Massive green feathers, torn and bloodstained, were scattered across the chamber. At the center lay the corpse of the giant feathered serpent. Its body stretched across the ruined hall, its scales cracked and shredded.
A few plumes of feathers still drifting in the air painted a macabre and gory scene. It was something Edward had never witnessed in his life before. Pools of blood had seeped into the cracks of the stone floor, staining everything in a dark red.
The air, which was already oppressive and heavy to begin with, now felt utterly suffocating. Broken carvings and shattered statues were half-buried beneath the rubble, as if the very pyramid itself had collapsed under the serpent's final moments.
