The group returned to the village under the fading light of dusk, the air crisp with the scent of salt and pine. As the villagers dispersed to prepare for the upcoming expedition, Jude and Nefertari lingered near the central firepit, their minds churning with plans and unanswered questions.
"Something about that chamber," Jude murmured, staring into the dancing flames. "It felt ancient, but also... tampered with. Like someone knew what they were doing, but didn't fully understand the consequences."
Nefertari nodded, her fingers drumming against her knee. "The energy didn't flow naturally there. It was being forced, shaped unnaturally. Whatever, or whoever, did this, they left behind traces of their intentions. If we can decode those glyphs, we might learn what they were trying to accomplish."
