"Curious." Azazel walked through the hallway staring at the various weapons and treasures. He found it even more curious that this hallway existed in the first place though. "I wonder who built this temple. They must have been amazingly kind if they were willing to dedicate a hallway solely for Dark Keyblade wielders. The 'bad guys' so to speak." Azazel commented aloud as he stared at an impressive Scythe that was behind several walls of magic.

Azazel listened to Cyrus and smiled. "I suppose that just because a pictures worth a thousand words, doesn't mean that those words are the truth." He replied as he moved towards the end of the hallway. Suddenly he stopped and his pupils dilated. This power that emanated from the end of the hallway. It was... intoxicating almost. Azazel shook his head and blinked a few times. "We should step lightly indeed. I can feel more raw magical energy from there then I've ever felt in my life." He walked towards the end of the hallway, careful of his surroundings.