Richard's Grave

A weathered stone crypt carved into the earth beneath a sprawling safari park, its entrance flanked by solemn statues whose hollow eyes follow intruders. The air here hums with forgotten power, thick with the scent of damp earth and moss that clings to ancient masonry. Richard’s sarcophagus rests at the center of the chamber, half-buried by the dirt Peinforte disturbed during its construction. The chamber’s walls bear the scars of her obsession—runes hastily etched into stone, marking the grave as both tomb and weapon. Above ground, the distant bleats of llamas grazing in unnatural proximity to this hallowed ground contrast with the oppressive weight of what lies beneath.