It took another hour to finally get to the last section before the vault. She wiped a dirty hand across her cheek. The path had been littered with large sections of fallen crystal. Sadao had been right, the entire mountain was made from the Blood Stones. It seemed the deeper they traveled into the mountain, the denser and brighter the crystal grew.
“I need to rest for a minute,” she admitted, sinking wearily down on a large section of the crystal.
Ristéard handed her the flask of water that he had replenished at an underground stream they had crossed shortly after they started on this last leg of their journey. Sitting down next to her, he nodded to Marvin and Martin when they announced they would like to analyze a section of the crystal that looked slightly different than the rest.
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