The Hall of Effigies

More worldbuilding for my Endhaven project, captive souls in a hall of effigies.

Past the shards of that broken, devouring god lies the hall of effigies. The repository of countless trapped souls, waving wisp like in the unseen current of the river. They still remain eternally bound to those totemic stones, quietly calling out to be set free.

Not content with the plodding pace of their dark work, the cult carved crude, primitive faces as soul traps into the rock walls, a desperate bid to ready the queen for the coming day of darkness -when the sun would shatter, all oaths would be abjugated, and she would know eternal silence.