This mural was somewhat abstract. The Saint who had driven away the violent weather in the previous mural was now cupping his ear toward a place shrouded in darkness.
This should have already happened during the Fifth Epoch. The violent weather over the sea likely represented the formation of the Stormy Sea.
No one knew what that Saint had heard, but in any case, the Elven Race changed its faith from then on and erected a new statue of a god.
The final mural depicted a bloody sacrificial scene. A tall elf lay on the altar, his face twisted in pain, while a priest dug open his chest and carved out his heart.
Hobart said, "The Elven Race that lived here most likely perished in this kind of bloody sacrifice. And their leader seemed to have been contaminated."
Alger nodded, feeling as though he had just witnessed a grim and bloody history.
Then, both of them turned their gaze toward the Stone Door behind the temple. A gap ran through it, and a cold wind blew out from within.
Together, they pushed open the Stone Door. Beyond it was a cave connected to the mountain, like a long, dark corridor.
Hobart poured spirituality into the warm ring, then ran his hand over his cane.
The cane immediately emitted a dazzling radiance, illuminating the path ahead and draping Hobart and Alger in a sacred veil of light.
After passing through the corridor, they arrived at a spacious cave. Once they clearly saw the scene before them, both were somewhat surprised.
The cave was divided into two formations, with numerous dried elven corpses standing neatly in ranks.
They must have turned into mummies immediately after death, or died after turning into mummies. Otherwise, their remains could not have been preserved so perfectly.