———— Last page of Dr. Van de Berg’s journal.



It has been one hundred and forty-eight days since we have begun this journey deep into the abyss. On the ninety-seven members of the expedition, only eleven remain.



The horses ran away during the night; I saw them, but for some reason the bats decided to invade our cove, leaving us unable to catch even one of our mount. Barely any food left; plenty of water however, since rare are those brave enough to drink more than a gulp of this foul, stagnant liquid.



We were getting ready to go, leaving this place once for all; tongues out, sweat pouring like raindrops. Nobody talked for hours, our minds as dry as our mouths. Since the death of Lieutenant Carter, young Miranda has taken the lead as always; but even her willpower was unable to contain her emotions and she collapsed (in relief and laughter) when we finally saw those gigantic, ominous figures far away in the desert.



After all this time, a dim and fading golden glint of sun finally appeared in front of our eyes. Who knows what awaits us, among those ruins and the mysterious remains of our long lost people. Who knows the wonders and treasures trapped behind those golden doors nested in ancient colonnades…



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My first illustration piece!Heavily inspired from the Warcraft Dark Portal!10h, Photoshop + pencil.Soundtrack: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qemb3i… How it was done: imgur.com/779x4lq