Krrrk...
The grinding of heavy stone shattered the silence of the ancient altar room.
From the shadows of the colossal ancestral statue, a pair of eyes flared to life. A dim crimson. They didn't blink. They stared straight ahead, locking onto the soul of every intruder in the sacred chamber.
THUD... THUD... THUD...
Short, impossibly heavy footsteps echoed through the cavern.
Rianor stood frozen near the altar. His right hand, which had nearly grazed his Bracer, was deliberately left hanging relaxed. The Head of Research's analytical brain raced in milliseconds, drafting scenarios while simultaneously suppressing his brother's killing intent from behind.
From the dark alcove, the figure revealed itself.
A Dwarven Temple Guardian.
