A temple, ancient and crumbling... ...probably cursed or haunted
@thelightsabcr || continued from here ||
“It’s happy we’re here, master...” Poe whispers, then swallows thickly as he follows a half step behind Obi-Wan, his own hands near his lightsabers too. The presence feels oppressive, he can tell it’s trying to prod and pry at his mind, with curiosity but also the kind of malice that makes his stomach knot.
“Happy in the worst way.” He adds, clarifying, glancing at his master worriedly. It’s too quiet, definitely so. Even their footsteps don’t sound right. Shouldn’t there be more of an echo? Shouldn’t the sound bounce off those tall walls? Everything seems... muffled. Everything seems a little unfocused. Everything except for the presence Poe feels so acutely, like a scratch on his back, on the walls around his mind. He takes a deeper breath, keeping them strong. He definitely doesn’t want this thing burrowing into his head.
“I think it’s deeper. Underground.” He said, speaking louder to try and get through the dampen. But whatever it was, was gone and his words rung unpleasantly loud.
