[The source of all the chaos sits in the dark depths of the cave.
Anyone without Seimei's talisman will not be able to make it more than a few feet into the den before passing out from the wave of pain that washes over them. Thankfully, they do not meet their end there, but they may not enjoy waking up outside covered in a pile of snakes. For those who do follow appropriate procedure, they will be met at the cavern's mouth by a snake which all the others seem to avoid as they migrate towards the city. This one in particular stares at its guest before guiding them into the depths. Any light source struggles to pierce the unnatural darkness beyond a few feet, and the temperature drops with each step. Breathing feels like a slow smothering process; not outright suffocating but enough of a struggle that most people would start to feel the touch of panic. Following the snake feels like years passing by, but a turn in the tunnel reveals a distant light reflecting off the rock walls.
Along with the soft sound of a woman crying.
The source of the light is the curse god's prison. It does a far better job illuminating the cavern, but there's even a point inside the barrier where the black haze of miasma is too thick. And Dara lays at the edge of that darkness, whimpering. Her hair acting as a curtain for her face even as she lays on her stomach against the ground, the same ground that is splattered and drenched with tar-like blood. The snake guardian by the guest's side looks up at them expectantly, and the crying settles down before Dara lets out out a raspy plea:]
Help me...It hurts...Help me...I need to get out of here...
RESONANCE
Anyone without Seimei's talisman will not be able to make it more than a few feet into the den before passing out from the wave of pain that washes over them. Thankfully, they do not meet their end there, but they may not enjoy waking up outside covered in a pile of snakes. For those who do follow appropriate procedure, they will be met at the cavern's mouth by a snake which all the others seem to avoid as they migrate towards the city. This one in particular stares at its guest before guiding them into the depths. Any light source struggles to pierce the unnatural darkness beyond a few feet, and the temperature drops with each step. Breathing feels like a slow smothering process; not outright suffocating but enough of a struggle that most people would start to feel the touch of panic. Following the snake feels like years passing by, but a turn in the tunnel reveals a distant light reflecting off the rock walls.
Along with the soft sound of a woman crying.
The source of the light is the curse god's prison. It does a far better job illuminating the cavern, but there's even a point inside the barrier where the black haze of miasma is too thick. And Dara lays at the edge of that darkness, whimpering. Her hair acting as a curtain for her face even as she lays on her stomach against the ground, the same ground that is splattered and drenched with tar-like blood. The snake guardian by the guest's side looks up at them expectantly, and the crying settles down before Dara lets out out a raspy plea:]
Help me...It hurts...Help me...I need to get out of here...