It knelt in what looked like a prayer position, hunched forward with its unnaturally prominent spine that looked like a ridge of serrated bone that threatened to pierce through its pale, papery skin at any moment.
Its body looked shriveled on the surface, yet its muscles were still prominently visible underneath. They rippled like metal cords with every small movement it made in its praying position.
The three Ossuarists could hear it whispering rapidly. Chanting unintelligible words in an incessant mumble.
Finn tried to make out the words with his enhanced hearing, but the language was nothing he recognized. It was like a jumble of consonants and guttural sounds that were fundamentally wrong to hear.
He had at first thought they'd be similar to what he had heard inside the temple in the pocket space back in Aethelos. But this was totally different.
Suddenly, the whispers stopped.
And the creature turned its head to look back at them.
