As they got close to the heap of mud and bones, the creatures that were created from it began to collapse one by one, turning into the mixture of mud and bones.
But its hold on the barbarians did not lessen, it grew even stronger as they were drawn into the entrance of the heap. Galthor walked faster to secure his position at the front so he could face any troubles head on.
The inside of the heap was dark and musty, with a strong smell of rot. Bones littered the ground and jutted from the wall like fangs.
Galthor's eyes cut through the dark and he immediately focused on the source of the trouble. The relic.
The relic was at the very back of the room, sitting with its back against the wall like a weary old woman. The relic itself had no form of its own, but it used mud and bones to construct a body for itself around the actual body of the relic.
And it was far better than the creatures that were following them earlier.
