The iron gate of the Kromwel Mausoleum, recently installed to protect what was inside, groaned as they slowly opened inward.
A wave of cold air rushed out from the chamber below.
Despite the restoration efforts, it still carried the scent of ancient stone, and something older—something that had remained sealed for decades beneath the island.
The lively chatter among the guests immediately died down.
Even the armed escorts instinctively straightened.
Lara stepped forward first.
A professional smile appeared on her lips, as she began the introduction.
"Right this way," she said in a calm, pleasant voice.
"The Kromwel Mausoleum was built in the 15th century when King Heimdal, the former king of Northem and father of the first emperor passed away," she began smoothly, her calm voice echoing against the ancient stone walls. "Most of the materials used in its foundation were marbles mined from Mount Roca."
As she spoke, she descended the narrow staircase.
