The painting that was atop the door was much more crude than all the other, as if it had been the first of the illustrations to be created, probably millennia before the rest of them, and the rest of them each seemed to be ancient as well, at least a thousand years ago, maybe even two or three.
In the middle of the door that had tightly sealed itself behind Cades as he had entered the temple there was a pentacle, with a simple figure wearing a purple cloak and otherwise being completely onyx appearance, albeit now that Cades looked closer he could see a few silver threats..
Cades looked closer at what happened next in the sequence of the illustrations, feeling a weird trance.
The cloaked being walked along a white staircase wielding a weird-looking, onyx sword and some grey spots on the painting, thought that had probably just resulted from the insane age of the painting.
In the next of the illustrations the being was standing before a dark yellow gate, its shadow being thrown back beyond its shoulders as if the gate was the sun itself.
After that he was shown battling against something, but the stone on that part of the wall had long fallen off, though it looked more so as if it had been destroyed intentionally.
In the second-to-last illustration one could see how the being was chained surrounded by no colour, no anything, the small lines that were probably meant to resemble the chains once, long ago, had long since vanished because of just how small they had been, but Cades was almost certain that they had once stretched throughout the entire room, dozens of them at least.
But in the next and last picture, the picture that resided in the fifth peak, the one at the top of the pentacle it stood there, in the very same forest where it had walked previously.
The figure standing in the middle however seemed almost enchanting to him, Cades stared at it, not really realizing anything and slowly stepped closer until he wasn't even a single inch away, there was something wrong with the painting.
There was a part of it that seemed to be much, much older than the rest, the chest of the figure was older than all the rest, as if something had been painted over and just this part had been left untouched.
He slowly brought his fingers closer, not even thinking about possible dangers and caressed the beautiful figure, and then, he felt something.
It was not to be explained.
During his travels he had seen two types of enchantments, the one he had made, the one he specialized in and then the demon of the forsaken, a living, sentient artifact that hadn't been truly enchanted but was instead intent on something not that he thought about it, there was no real mana inside it either, it was golden, it was...weird.
But this, this was different, it was as it was and it did something and he knew what it did but he didn't know what it did, it was and it wasn't...
He couldn't understand or explain it, not at his level, not yet, maybe never.
But he somehow knew what he had to do, he simply infused some of his mana into the most ancient of the painting and then something began happening.
The golden figures that stood above the paintings began exuding a violet liquid from small orifices that had apparently been hidden in plain sight and their gems were turning and began burning in a white light, just as the great eye, on the flat ceiling.
The gems that were engraved in the thousands of silver coins that laid around on the ground began glowing in a violet light and they slowly started turning into a liquid, moving towards the wall and joining the paint that was currently moving around and turning into a storm of pictures, Cades saw countless things but he couldn't understand any of them.
They simply didn't make any sense.
And finally, after the figures stopped wandering, the dragon stopped flying, after the central figures stopped moving through the air as if they were gliding, after the giant stopped wandering through the walls, pushing all the smaller beings aside.
And, finally they all stopped moving and the temples painting was completely different, and Cades finally began looking around, he didn't know why, probably didn't think about that but he started with the same side as last time.
He looked towards the side to the left of the door and realized something, there were still priests, but they didn't wear any ornaments, no signs to what religion they belonged, they seemed to have ripped it off and were wielding weapons, all looking towards the door, but Cades simply continued looking at the other walls, scared of finding out what was painted on that wall, scared of what would happen, scared that something might happen if he did that, something that he wasn't prepared for.
On the wall right to the door there were the monsters, but now they seemed much more civilized, as if all of them were sentient, or at least as if all of them had the same goal, as they all looked towards the same being, now all having at least a tiny pigment of purple.
On the wall left from the entrance to the door, the one where the giant king had previously stood with his army there was now only the giants, all bowing to and having laid there weapons down, looking towards the wall painting on the door.
Lastly, before the door, there was the painting of the beautiful, molten woman, a painting that had now turned into suffrage, praying, mundane people that now all looked towards the door, as if they were afraid but relieved, at least that's what their body language seemed to convey.
Finally, Cades turned towards the door once more and his heart was struck with a weird feeling.