The sky was slowly turning bright, and dawn was almost there. The cold air was giving way to warmth.
The sound of the ocean waves became clearer, after all, not too far ahead, there were places where the canyon and the sea met.
After exchanging one last look and confirming their decision, the two moved forward. With every step, the darkness faded a little, and the smell of dampness and rust grew stronger.
Daniel entered without a word. Drael followed. The air inside was heavy, as if no living soul had breathed there for centuries.
A faint blue glow from Daniel's aura lit up the damp stone walls… and at that moment, both of them stopped instinctively.
To their surprise, the inside of the tomb was covered with carvings, hundreds of them, etched across the walls, so detailed that both men froze in disbelief.
They hadn't even fully entered yet, and already there were carvings everywhere?
