The so-called "dark" hallway was, as Cyrus expected, more brutally decorated. Beasts' heads were mounted on the walls, weapons were proudly displayed on racks or on pedestals, whilst accompanied by occasional suits of armor worn by wooden dummies for display purposes. There were also miscellaneous treasures on display as well such as scepters and crowns, which like the mounted heads were probably trophies meant to boast of the owners' strength and mettle. None of these items felt particularly powerful, at least not the kind of power he was being cautious of anyway.

"Fascinating. This hallway has been treated like a trophy room, I'd wager that everything here was stripped from fallen enemies as proof of the conquest." Cyrus said aloud to no one in particular, except maybe for Azazel who had also taken the right hallway, "And yet this speaks more of the people who once lived here than any photo or portrait ever could. A person in a photo smiles because they are expected to, but more often than not are only feigning their happiness in order for the picture to look good." he glanced from decoration to decoration as he spoke, also continuing to walk straight down the hallway in the process, "And yet, underneath all the forced smiles are hearts that are in pain. Everyone, not just Wielders aligned to the Darkness, are dragged into the war. Ironic, then, that this hallway so savagely decorated as if by a barbaric king, speaks more honestly of its occupants' hearts and feelings than a series of photographs of people forcing smiles and pretending to be happy in the midst of such terrible pain and suffering."

That was about when the pulsing began. Something in the floor or even the air itself pulsated with dark powers. But it all clearly came from a single point at the end of the hallway. Whatever object awaited Cyrus and Azazel there, it had a carnal desire to be found and used, like a ravenous dog awaiting its next meal, "Can you feel it? It's a power that longs to be used, wielded by someone who dares to take it from its resting place. Exactly the kind of temptation I suspected we would find down here. We should tread carefully."