At the foot of the stairs, two tall wooden Totems stood.
Each with large protruding eyes, wide gaping mouths, and eerie facial etchings that seemed to leak subtle Incitement of power to the atmosphere.
The Totems stood on both sides of the stairs, like carved guardians sculpted to protect the flight of stairs from the unworthy.
Ikem felt a deep chill run down his spine, and a heavy sensation crawl upon his chest.
The sensation was Sharp, stringy, and a bit sorrowful.
It felt like rejection, one with the impression that the Totems, the flight of stairs and whatever lay at their peak was not meant for him; undeserving for his eyes to see.
In a way it was different from what he sensed from the Phantosia.
In the former it was like he had glimpsed at a cursed secret carried by the world; one that should not be known by an Un-god.
Whereas here, it felt oddly plain and disjointed, and not equally as disturbing as the Phantosia's gaze.
