“It's beautiful,” he whispered. He was still taking in the enormous halls when Ember stopped him with an outstretched arm. Before him was the opening to a sizeable conical room, their destination, he guessed. In the centre of the room stood great high stone seats, like thrones, lined in a semi-circle, upon which ragged figures donned in shimmering and multi-coloured robes, albeit rough and ill-formed, raised their crowned heads upon their entrance. Milky white eyes stared absently in their direction. Spike suppressed a gasp. 