The altar sharted into pieces as the demon blood coated and the undead collapsed, Edge sat down taking off his hat. "That... That really sucked." He panted as the adrenaline left his body. "I hate angelic alters, those things are as bads as the demons." He grumbled looking at the shattered alter. 

Slowly he stood up legs shaking. "Alright, everyone take a seat were going to rest before we get out of here." His however wandered over to the alter and slowly he began to curse it. "Why did have to be Gabriel." He mumbled, of course now it made sense why the French Helsings had ventured down here. He paused looking towards a very much intact tomb getting up he walked over and gave it a kick. The wall crumbled, it seemed to be an empty tomb reaching out his hand moved through it. "Guys... I think." Suddenly he fell through the fake tomb and yelled out. "You gotta see this!"

Within the tomb were dozens of monster tools, most were rusted beyond use. However a few had been keenly persevered.  Edge madly flipped through the journal. The first weapon that had survived was golden, inlaid with jewels and silver. "This battle axe was made by the Germanic tribes to hunt werewolves." He said, next going to a short but stout warhammer. "This was forged by the Dwarves in the America's before they were killed by human plague's." Finely he came two staff's simple and plain. "These staffs allow the users to warp themselves and anyone touching them to a leyline gate anywhere in the world. "These are major finds, not mentions the dozens of scrolls and lost spell books in here. A few set of ornate white armor lay perfect condition the floor scattered. "This is one of the Romans magical store houses. I think some others found it but died escaping."