He pulls himself to his feet as they untangle themselves, blinking as he takes in the vastness of this new chamber. He thinks of Wysteria's bright voice over the crystals, The usual gamut of horrors in a shrine to an ancient god known for its—his?—proficiency with blood magic, I should think.

Nodding in acknowledgement to Ellis's warning, he takes the walkway slowly, and approaches the two black bells, looking for any kind of designs or inscriptions.