Chapter 135: What Lays Below

The stone benches were mostly turned to chunks and dust, littering the worn floor of marble. Not much was to be found, except for statues of an unknown figure. 

He looked up at the monument at the back of the church, which presented the likeness of a knight with a wolf by his side. 

"I'm guessing he's the hero of these people–the ones who used to live here," Jasper presumed. 

Finn looked at the statue for a moment more before turning his focus away, glancing around, "Gurmo said we'd find a challenge here. It doesn't seem like there's much of anything."

"Maybe the old fart's memory is a bit skewed, mate," Jasper reasoned with a shrug. 

"Maybe," Finn didn't deny, stepping out from the fractured church. 

Onto the lifeless soil of the cratered ruins, he looked around for where the others had wandered off to. He picked up on the sounds of distant chatter a block down, at what looked to be a crumbled mansion.