The passageway yawned before them, dark and foreboding, as the cool air from deep underground washed over their faces. Luke's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of dread and anticipation swelling inside him. They were so close now—closer than they had ever been to the relic that had driven them into the mountains and brought them into this forgotten city.
"Are you sure about this?" Ava's voice was low, her gaze fixed on the black maw of the entrance. Her knuckles were white as she gripped her dagger.
Raven, ever composed, nodded without hesitation. "This is what we've come for. The relic is down there, in the sanctum. We don't have time to second-guess now."
