... Con't from the original..'As the distance between him and the shrine decreased, Azael felt a sort of energy force pull him toward it comfortably, not forcing him there, but rather leading him there. He soon came up to the shrine and the intersection of the white cross was directly in front of his eyes, with no more than a few inches in between. When he stopped, he noticed the force leading him had dissipated. Azael blinked, and it seemed that the black stone-built shrine actually flinched!! He noticed this, and decided to blink again, this time tipping his head forward in an action of intention. Lo and behold, the same result! This piqued Azael's interest, but before he could do anything, the junction of the cross drew a slim horizontal line from both ends to the middle. Then, from either side of the top part of it, two eyes whiter than the whitest of white emerged and blinked back at Azael, who was shocked at this, but didn't fall back. Actually, the shrine wouldn't let him fall back; That same energy that led him forward hadn't vanished, it only remained still, and kept him upright, which also shocked Azael. Then, the flat line curved slightly, trying to make a smile. Azael was taken a step back so he could get a look at this newly-formed face on the cross, but that did not last long. He was brought back face to face within a few seconds. At this short distance, the cross-face further opened his mouth and this time spoke, 'Drink and be refreshed, warrior!' said that same booming voice, but in a lower volume this time. As it said these words, its mouth moved, and he heard its voice, but he didn't feel any type of breath come upon him, which he should have, given the short distance between their faces. Azael found this quite peculiar. But he blamed that on the magic that was obviously involved. Then he began to wonder what this Mystic Shrine meant, drink what to be refreshed? Right there his question received an answer. The cross-face's mouth started to expand as its eyes closed. From within the circular mouth of the face emerged a clear flask containing a milky pink substance that appeared to be some form of gas moving inside the bottle. Azael held the bottle from its neck with one hand, and with the other, took off the cork.'