Chapter Eighteen
"Where are you going?" Bree asked.
"We’re not going out the way we came in," I said. "The portal to the hub is back here."
We passed through a few more galleries displaying stone statues and baubles robbed from ancient graves. We emerged into another cavernous chamber. The entry was guarded by two colossal stone pharaohs. Both figures were seated, yet I still had to look up to see the faces. Behind them was an expanse of green water, beyond which stood a stone temple on an artificial island.
"It’s a museum," I mumbled. "What the hell do they need a moat for?"
The ceiling here was thirty feet up, at least. To the right was a wall of glass, floor to ceiling, angling inward as it rose, as if we stood on the ground floor of a great pyramid. Through the glass, bright dayli
