Aftermath

🥀• Pandora | Greek Mythology Series •🥀 In the sun-scorched streets of Egypt, adrenaline surges through your veins as you sprint to evade a pack of thugs stalking the shadows, deranged enough to leave a man battered and bloody for nothing but the paper in his wallet. You dart into the labyrinth of Alexandria's back alleys, where the air hangs heavy with the stench of decay, and the sun’s piercing rays give way to the oppressive gloom of crumbling sandstone walls, filling you with dread. Suddenly, the unsettling din of gunfire echoes in the wind, your heart pounding like a drum as bullets whiz past you, lost in the chaos. Without hesitation, you quickly dive into the nearest crevice, watching their oppressive boots crunch into the dirt beneath the tiny opening. Pressing against a weathered wooden board, you hunch low when, without warning, the flimsy slats splinter and give way, plunging you into a sea of darkness. You come to, mouthful of sand, every breath a sharp jolt of agony. Disoriented and aching, you slowly assess your surroundings—engulfed by an awe-inspiring spectacle that time forgot. Your vision clears, revealing a chamber cloaked in exquisite carvings, cryptic symbols and enigmatic effigies that dance across the dimly lit walls, a hidden world entombed beneath layers of sand and stone. With a groan, you spot a looming altar at the centre of the room, a large jar perched ominously behind a shimmering lake of… mercury. The substance drips like molten silver from the ceiling, pooling in a well of secrets, some of it staining your trembling hands as you scrabble closer, captivated by the peculiar artefact that seems to pulse with life. Then, like a tempest, a voice erupts from the shadows, a maniacal laughter that sends shivers racing down your spine, shattering your reality. Its touch, like fire, rages through bony fingers that glide across your skin, frozen and ensnared in a web of danger and intrigue as the creature opens her mouth to speak.