"A CHIMNEY!?"
It slips out, and a wide hole begins to get wider; if it gets any bigger, you'll be sleeping in a puddle.
The painted man turns his head to look at you. His eyes are cold and dead, like a fish, but with a spark of madness.
Flash
You know they come for you, you and your daughter, here at the end. They want to feed on you, your spark, your blood, your voice. You cannot allow it. If they feed on the power running through your veins, this age of blood and shadow shall never end.
You are the Last.
You must never die.
FOR THE WORLD WOULD DIE WITH YOU.
Laegon snaps back to reality. He looks at the next painting.
....It tickles a memory at the back of your head, Not something you heard, or your father, nor your father before that. Older, a city that once was, perhaps the first city that ever was.
R'lyeh
Mankind has forgotten about this city. Perhaps it is what you seek?