You descend, deep into the cursed bowels of the mausoleum. Piles of bodies, in various states of decay, fill the air with the stench of putrefaction. The smell is so horrific that you can feel it clinging to the roof of your mouth. Deformed shapes move in the darkness sorounding you, watching, following, preparing. A cone of light, entering the enormous hall of the dead from above, shines upon a black crystaline shard.