The great doors slid apart with a rumbling that Aloysius felt in his battered and dented torso. He could see nothing beyond except blackness. Then the hieroglyphics dragged him inside.

The silvery creatures dragged him down a corridor of glistening stone. He twisted his neck upward, but could see nothing, save for a glow in the distance. As the dim light grew closer, a low hum shook the corridor. He looked back to the floor.

The room was circular, with twelve runes embossed ...