"We wait," Benevolence clearly said, dismounting and gazing at the idols that towered over him. The large circular crevice was like the morning sun, gleaming and beaming light. He stared at it for a good few seconds before speaking, " for him."

A dark, booming voice echoed through the hall, disturbing the stalactites and stalagmites which had slowly formed from the decades of emptiness experienced by the temple. It shook them and crippled them, shattering at the floor. The dust flowed off the idols like water, and it felt like an earthquake was about to split the land in two. 

"Lay thy sacrifices at the altar, betimes."