"Wait... Could these coffins be made from congealed blood?" Jared muttered, eyes wide.
The stench of blood In the air was heavy, almost suffocating. Strange runes moved slowly over the surface of each coffin, like leaves floating on a river current.
Mysterious energy hovered around them, seeping into the coffins as though something inside was feeding on it.
Jared and Jemima kept studying the coffins in silence, each lost in thought
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