The tremors subsided, leaving a deafening silence in their wake. Dust swirled in the dim torchlight, and for a moment, no one moved. Luke's chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath. His arms still burned from the effort of pulling Raven to safety, but his thoughts were fixed on the chasm before them, where the relic had disappeared into the abyss. The tension in the air was almost palpable, as if the entire tomb itself had come alive in response to the relic's fall.
"What just happened?" Ava whispered, breaking the silence. Her voice was shaky, and her wide eyes reflected the same disbelief that gnawed at Luke.
