Betreff: Re: Indyorama

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Almost forgetting the danger surrounding him, Indy stepped closer to the grotesque altar. There, the three stones continued to glow. The middle stone - the one stolen from Mayapore Village - bore three painted lines across its surface. It seemed to shine even more intensely than the others, almost as if it were calling to him.
Indy felt his pulse quicken. Legends had a habit of disappointing people. Ancient curses usually turned out to be nothing more than cleverly engineered traps. Miraculous relics were often just beautifully crafted pieces of history.
The Sankara Stones, however... had clearly missed that memo.
They were mesmerizing!
Unable to resist, Indy reached out and touched the stone. It wasn't hot. Carefully, he lifted it from its pedestal and held it close to his face. Deep within the glowing rock, something sparkled - a tiny diamond-like light suspended inside the stone itself. Its radiance was ethereal, hypnotic. Beautiful. Like a miniature sun.
But only moments after leaving its niche, the glow began to fade until the stone became dull and lifeless.
Curious.
Indy brought it back beside the other two. Instantly, all three blazed with renewed brilliance. Apart, they were dark. Together, they shone. Indy watched in amazement and flashed a greedy grin. He couldn't wait to uncover their secrets.
But first...
...he had to get out of there.
Carefully, he placed all three stones together inside his satchel. Their warmth spread through the leather almost immediately.
He had what he'd come for.
Time to go.