Remembrances
Onol knew that it was nearby.
He could still taste the blood on his face, the way the blows ached deep in the bone. You tended to remember things from when you nearly died.
All the same, though, he needed to see it again. See the collossus' head up close and reassure himself that it was dead. With his resolve strengthened, Onol strode onward, and after some time, arived at the shrine. He could still see the arrows scattered all over the place from where he flung them; he could see the bunch of wolves that had foolishly tried to attack him once he had awoke.
It looked different in the shrine - Onol remembered it as a temple to ancient things from before time, the stones of the place unnaturally aged and the whole place emitting a sense of unnatural stillness. Now that the collossus was dead, however, the previously untouched stones were being grown over, he could see animals moving into the ruins and even a little nest.
It had certainly turned into a rictus place while he was gone.
GAZE UPON THE PLACE WHERE ONOL DID BATTLE WITH THE MIGHTY BRONZE COLOSSI.
Not much to look at, I know, but it marks an important part of Onol's journey: a hamlet is near. I will save just before retiring, upload it to the DFFD if I can ever figure out how to put the save file into a zip folder, and then retire for a while and do the 'digging down to Hell' thing. No matter how long it takes, I will do this.
Of course, this stage of Onol's adventure has been coming for a while now, but I hope you all enjoyed his journey while it lasted. And I hope you enjoy my rantings on demons and stuff when we actually meet the buggers.
See you in Hell (literally),
Xantalos