The blizzard grew stronger as the night went darker. The night was silent, the silence only broken by the saint's footsteps.
Despite the growing blizzard and the twists and turns that seemed to lead her in circles, she kept walking. She had been wandering the same area for what felt like hours, her legs heavy and his head spinning. The snow was already knee-deep in some places, and the wind whipped at his face with icy fingers. Despite the fatigue and the disorientation, she persevered, driven by some deep and stubborn impulse to keep moving forward.
Suddenly, the air became warm, too warm.
She had never felt this type of warm air before. It felt like a whole new world to her.
As the temperature rose, she stumbled upon a dimly lit corridor shrouded in a thick blanket of mist. Despite her intuition warning against blindly venturing forth, as she walked from one room to another, she felt a sudden, tantalizing change in the mist that had been surrounding him dissipated, and the air turned cold. It was a chill she had grown used to, but this time it felt different, almost eerie. Emanating from within was too alluring to resist.
As she walked towards the end of the corridor, she noticed the rooms gradually increasing in size. The emptiness of the rooms became more apparent with each step she took. As she entered the last room, she felt the mist growing thicker around him, as if it was trying to engulf him. The air became increasingly humid, and she could feel the moisture seeping into his fur. The thick mist made it difficult to see anything beyond a few feet, and the silence was deafening. It was as if she had stepped into a completely different world.
As she walked through the various rooms, she noticed a peculiar mist that seemed to envelop everything around him. However, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the mist dissipated, and she felt a sudden chill in the air - a familiar cold that she had grown accustomed to.
As she cautiously navigated the dimly lit rooms, she felt a squishy sensation under her feet and noticed a wet substance on the floor.
The liquid stained her fur as she walked through the violet-red substance. It took her some time to comprehend what it was.
It was blood. Fresh blood.
The air was infused with the odor of decaying flesh, and the illumination dimmed steadily. She felt a sudden chill go down her spine as she heard a sudden unsettling sound.
The subtle sound of chewing resonating from several rooms away.
She knew that her curiosity would eventually get her killed if she kept following sounds, but she felt like she needs to know where all the blood is coming from.
As the saint walked toward the sounds, the blood pool grew bigger as the sounds of chewing grew louder. Pieces of flesh were sprinkled all over the rooms. Seemingly getting bigger and bigger with every room the saint traversed through.
Eventually, the flesh became more recognizable. It was lizard flesh. But not only is a lizard's flesh, but the clumps of flesh included pieces of they're hard, armor-like heads.
She had never seen anyone or anything eat a lizard's armored head, let alone enjoy it enough to eat a good amount of it.
After a while, she took one last turn and found the creature behind the blood and flesh.