He shifted the rubble, bit by bit, using only his hands, and proceeded down the staircase. It all clung to what seemed to be a door. Once he revealed it, and the dark wood that was still relatively intact, he found the handle, and kicked it through. The last of the rubble went skidding off through the doorway, and Oliver followed after it.
Torches lined the wall – already lit. Oliver's eyes narrowed. An ominous feeling from up ahead drifted off towards him. Lines in a strange language were written upon a wall. He could not decipher what they meant.
Strange pictures too, of what seemed to be men, kneeling before large creatures that were far bigger than they were. Oliver would have called them Titans, though he knew not exactly what they were.
