Chapter - 85
Jacob staggered as he picked up his revolver. Blood dripped down his torn shirt, a reminder of the injuries he'd sustained fighting the monstrous stone beast.
Scanning the chamber, he noticed something peculiar. At the far end, the ground trembled and began to shift as a circular structure—a dial—rose from the stone floor with a low, grinding rumble. Jacob steadied himself and began slowly moving toward it. His hand instinctively pressed against his side as he moved, but his eyes remained locked on the strange device.
The dial was ancient, its surface etched with glowing patterns of unfamiliar runes. At its center rested a pulsating core of radiant light, casting a soft, ethereal glow. Jacob paused, staring at the core with suspicion. His instincts screamed caution, but curiosity outweighed hesitation. Slowly, he reached out to it.
