Maya met his gaze, her hair casting dancing shadows on the weathered stones. "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness but overflowing with determination.
Together, they stepped into the darkness of the tomb.
The air inside the mausoleum was thick with dust and the oppressive weight of forgotten memories. Cobwebs, undisturbed for centuries, draped across the entrance like macabre curtains.
The only light came from Alex's Golden Sage Box, its soft glow illuminating the decaying grandeur of the chamber.
Intricate murals adorned the walls, depicting scenes of a bygone era – a bustling kingdom, forgotten battles, and a king whose reign was shrouded in mystery.
Maya traced a weathered figure on the wall, her brow furrowed in thought. "This is King Roma, the one who built this tomb. The texts say he possessed an artifact of immense power, the Heart of Obsidan."
