Sure enough, Myrral poked around the northern wall until he found a twisted face that was part of the painting. His clawed hands pushed into the face's eyes, and they clicked. There was a soft rumbling as the wall rolled to one side, and a wave of hot air billowed out of a small square room decorated in mosaics depicting erupting volcanoes with lava and ash raining down of unsuspecting towns with townsfolk cowering in terror or fruitlessly running for their lives.
Across the room, a blackened skeleton was imbedded from the waist-down in the far wall . In one arm, it held aloft a burning torch, which cast a fiery light that caught on the shades of orange of the mosaic stones that depicted the lava, making them appear by natural illusion to be flowing downward.