The Lost City

Saul slipped on a jagged outcrop, white-knuckling an ancient leather map like a lifeline as Rhea screamed, her flashlight beam dancing over a chasm that had suddenly yawned open beneath them. This was no mere sinkhole; it was a feat of precision engineering carved into the mountain's marrow, a giant maw that swallowed the daylight in a heartbeat. Mark recoiled, wiping sweat from his brow with trembling hands, while Nova knelt in the dirt, brushing grit away from a cryptic engraving of a weeping eye centered on the stone threshold. The group fell silent as the subterranean groan of rusting gear...