Marcus's vision went dark almost instantly.
When sight returned, he found himself standing inside a vast chamber built from heavy black stone. The air felt ancient and oppressive, as if the walls themselves carried centuries of silence. High above him, the yellow vortex still rotated slowly, marking the entrance he had just fallen through. Its dim glow cast shifting light across the chamber floor, barely pushing back the shadows.
Four tunnels extended outward from the room, each disappearing into darkness. Flickering torches burned along the walls, their weak flames making the place feel abandoned rather than illuminated.
The Mystic Turtle's Tear had worked. He was officially inside the tomb.
'Which means', Marcus thought, 'if someone gets the Azure Dragon's Tear, the White Tiger's Tear, and the Vermilion Bird's Tear, they can enter the other three tombs too.'
