Altar of the Depraved

Hot red was spilling from all sides of the altar and multiple hearts of both creatures and humans alike were piled on top of eachother at the end of the well-like hole that the altar had at its center. The rancid smell would make even the strongest of creatures falter. The runes were half lit up.

'Those…those are human hearts.'

In the midst of the mutant's hearts there were multiple hearts that had the anatomy to that of a humans. Raphael's pupils dilated rapidly and this horrid scene awakened in him the same helpless feeling that he had inside of that castle. His memory of it wasn't as vivid as before since as time passed by he kept forgetting and forgetting bits and pieces.

[Which one of those insane oldies actually planted a Corruption here.]

'What the hell is "Corruption" and what's the purpose of all this?'