I have finally reached the Great Hall. My torchlight is just strong enough to trace the floor beneath. From the hole in the ceiling above I am following the massive pillars to what we believe once was the center of the Lost City. There I hope to find the answer to one of histories biggest secrets.
Something's wrong: what I first thought to be a reflection of my own light is getting brighter. It cannot be! After more than 6000 years, how can something still possibly be working down here! According to the gate's inscription that light is part of the mechanism the Old used to protect their wisd