Caelum becames very angry and clenched his fist, making the knuckles go hard white.
"You made use of us," Caelum said back to Arthur, his voice steady but spiralling with apprehension." You made us into your pawns"
"No," Arthur cut in and looked at the two men staring at him angrily,"It was your decisions which brought about the deaths of your men. I had no part in that, the tomb was a faithful companion."
And he was right, the old machine was fair formal inexorable. The traps showed no preference.. no respect for self-esteem or money, for ancestors' worth.
These were just the results of old engineering transformed into brutal art. The tomb did not take sides but instead merely taught lessons.
Ravik's scarred hands pushed into the cold stone beneath him so hard they turned white under the flesh.
Arthur looked at them for a moment, letting his words hang like a thick fog in the air before he unfurled the map and let it catch the flickering torchlight.
