Marble scraped against stone, the casket lid pushed over with a sound similar to a sob. What came out was no holy being. What came out was pure blood, taking the form of a saint long since abandoned.

The silence was enough to send this being back to where he had come from.

Slowly, very slowly, Saer arose from his tomb. It had been...who knows how long since he had last moved, and in a fit of dizziness he collapsed onto the mossy marble floor.