The air was dark and musty. It lacked oxygen, as if no-one had been here for many, many years. Dark whispers grew louder... The presence grew stronger... and Isabela drew closer.
As Isabella descended the stairs, the lights were gradually dimmed to pure darkness. She began suffocating from lack of oxygen, but she could survive. She just needed to adapt. Lighting a match, she continued into the darkness.
Then suddenly...
In the corner of her mind...
An echoing presence was felt throughout the shrine.