"This…this is it," Rourke whispered.
Vincent's men spread out, their flashlights sweeping across the room, revealing more details of the chamber. The carvings on the walls depicted scenes of battles, ancient rituals, and the feared Flame Dragon itself, towering over armies and setting entire villages ablaze with its fiery breath.
"Secure the area," Vincent ordered, his voice breaking the spell of awe that had fallen over his men. "I want to know if there are any traps or hidden surprises waiting for us."
The soldiers moved quickly, their boots echoing in the cavernous space as they began inspecting the room for any signs of danger. Rourke and Sykes stood by the entrance, their eyes locked on the stone sarcophagus at the chamber's center. It was massive, intricately carved with symbols and figures that neither of them recognized.
"That must be the resting place of someone important," Sykes murmured.
