On the ancient stone wall to the right of the drawing Arthur had just examined was another panel that made his breath catch in his throat. The scene depicted was essentially the same as the last—the assembly of gods in their cosmic council—but with one crucial difference: that tiny, insignificant cloud from before was not so insignificant anymore.
'What the hell?' Arthur stood transfixed, confusion and shock etching themselves across his features as he leaned closer, the torch trembling slightly in his grasp.
The cloud had grown, expanding to engulf several of the divine figures at its edges. The gods appeared distorted where the cloud touched them, their once-clear outlines blurring and melding with the encroaching mist. What had seemed like an artistic afterthought in the first panel now dominated the composition, transforming from background element to apparent threat.
