Shock was a bit of an understatement.
The murals had left him drained in more ways than one.
Nero had always been an avid research of the truth of this world.
He had always known the story of the humans and their current state and predicament seemed strange.
As for how or why he has this feeling, it had always been difficult to pin down.
What was even more strange, was the lack of the Divine Will's interaction between the humans and the Fallen Ones in this case.
Sure, one could argue that the miracles and revelations of the Gryghori were under the directives of the Divinity. However, cause did not always equate to effect.
It required a whole bunch of nuance...
Nero stood at the mouth of the grotto, staring back into the darkness where the faint image of the paintings still glowed as the last lights from the bonfire ebbed away.
'The grotto was most likely a center of worship to the strange Deity. A holy place.'
He grimaced.
