Damion opened the heavy doors with some struggle before making a short descent down a flight of stairs. The insides were only lit by reddish dim candles. He carefully walked past rows of stone benches and looked with a shudder at the various macabre statues depicting the different incantations of the Stranger. Where in the seven hells did he end up? This whole place was terrifying. A sickly sweet smell assaulted his nose.