When Eleanor reached the underground temple still holding Sybil's tiny hand, everyone was already at their places waiting for the ritual to begin. They tried to prepare everything as best as they could but none of them really knew what will happen. Sybil looked around. It was a huge more like a cave area. From the ceiling was hanging stalactites and in the opposite end to the entrance was a smaller altar than the one in the main hall. Inside the walls of the room were veins of white and milky moonstones. This room didn't look welcoming or nice at all but for some reason, Sybil didn't feel frightened by the place. She was sure it's the first time she sees this room but it felt so familiar. "Was I ever in here?" She looked up to Eleanor curiously. "Why you ask?" Eleanor avoided the question.
