“It’s older,” Elara breathed. “Much older.”
Because the idol had spoken to her. Not in words. In a feeling. A promise. the idol part 1
“Anything, Dr. Vance?” called a voice from above. It was Mateo, her grad student, his silhouette a dark blot against the grey sky. “It’s older,” Elara breathed
Then the lanterns flared back to life. Mateo was on his knees, nose bleeding. “What… what was that?” her grad student