The group moved through the pitch-black corridor, the floor littered with monster corpses—clearly the aftermath of Thomas's earlier rampage.
Along the stone walls on either side, ancient murals began to appear. They depicted humans, beasts, and scenes from a time long past. The carvings were worn and faded, their lines blurred by age.
Ethan and the others walked slowly, taking it all in like tourists on a strange, grim sightseeing tour.
Then Sean stopped, squinting at one of the murals. Something about it caught his eye.
"Wait a sec… Did ancient people really draw this? Why the hell does that look like an astronaut?"
"An astronaut?" The others turned, curiosity piqued. They followed his gaze—and sure enough, one of the figures in the mural did look oddly humanoid, wearing what resembled a space suit.
"No way," Oliver muttered, eyes wide. "He's not making it up this time."
