Regdoc:
"We'd best check out the chamber where these things came from. There may be more of them, so be careful, but we may find the source... which should be destroyed. When the fires die down above us, we can bury our dead." Regdoc said with a sympathetic note in his voice. Iffy may have been a criminal, but she'd been selected to be part of the team, and she'd never crossed any of them. It was a shame her path to redemption had come to an end. "Not all Paths lead to Everlasting Light..."
Regdoc snagged Chomper's collar and then poked his head through the door at the end of the hall to see what was beyond where the zombies had come from.
It’s a long walk to the other end of the hallway. The air grows more acrid and smoky as you continue. You notice a distinct rise in temperature.
The hallway opens to a huge chamber. The ground is wrought with concentric circles of gleaming tunes that have deteriorated over time. In the center of that circle, about 50’ in diameter is...
Well, perhaps /was/ is a better word. Something massive, tree-like and charred. It shivers it its death throes as sparking branches fall from its trunk. Even the trunk itself is glowing from the fire that burned its way through blackened ceiling above into the heart of this cursed property.
As you watch, the trunk collapses against the far wall and crumbles, leaving only silence of shifting ash.