The Last Expedition

is hands. The vine-and-stone creatures had vanished, fading back into the temple walls

ings?" Maria asked,

Its pages were yellowed, ink smeared by time and moisture. "Look here-my father wrote this.

fragmented phrases: The Cradle is alive... Guardians pr

und. The carvings on the walls seemed to fain

eed to keep moving. If those things come b

w corridors twisting like a labyrinth. Shadows danced on the walls, and

pedestal, illuminated by a faint golden glow. Resting atop it w

her voice trembling. "T

ria seemed drawn to it, her f

d to crimson. The whispers became a chorus of furious hisses, and the

king up aga

. The team braced for another fight, but the glowing cr

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had sprun