A Monster
Ignoring the babbling of the priest, the group of adventurers pushes past him and heads towards the apse, swords drawn. Their eyes dart quickly over the gilded ornamentation of the cathedral, searching for a sign of the relic that all the prophecies and rumours have pointed towards. Figures and curlicues encrust the old plaster, the golden shapes supporting one another as they rise up the painted walls, glowing faint in the low candlelight.
As the group shift the heavy church candles to better illuminate the scene, Kevan stumbles and drops his weapon. He drops to his knees on the flagstones, burying his face in his hands.
Madrid:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ICSk8-pJkX8