Looking at the feather pen and parchment handed to her by the gravekeeper, Vanna took a gentle breath to calm her emotions quickly. "How long can I stay inside?" she raised her head and stared at the nameless gravekeeper.
The gravekeeper slightly lowered his head. This being, embodying both life and death, seemed to seriously assess the strength of the soul before him and replied coldly, "A moment, or an eternity."
This answer meant that the information to be conveyed from the tomb would be brief and singular, but it could point to a very, very dangerous "source," with the listener facing the possibility of death.
Vanna nodded slightly and withdrew her gaze from the gravekeeper.
She stepped toward the massive tomb not far away, with the gravekeeper following behind her. The decaying iron chains dragged on the ground, making a sharp, piercing noise, while the shadows gathered in the square silently watched, sending off a chosen saint to the tomb.
In front of the tomb's grand entrance, Vanna stopped. She looked up at the towering pale stone door, which exuded an ancient and desolate aura that stirred her heart slightly.