The catacombs beneath the monastery looked like a labyrinth designed by someone
who enjoyed watching the living lose their way. Narrow passages, silent chambers,
skulls aligned in perfect symmetry.
Sara walked behind Jacob, holding a flashlight.
Their footsteps echoed like muted drums.
"There are fresh markings," Robert said, pointing at a trail of soot on the wall.
"We're not alone," Jacob whispered.
They entered a circular chamber. In the center stood a stone pedestal. On top of it, an
ancient chest—completely empty.
"We're too late," Sara said.
Jacob observed the disturbed dust.
Someone had opened it only hours earlier.
On the wall, a freshly carved Latin inscription:
"Mors omnia aequat."
Death makes us all equal.
"He was here," Jacob said. "And he found the text of the fifth seal."
A subtle sound made them turn.
A dark figure moved through the corridors… too fast to be human.
Robert raised his weapon.
"Did you see that?"
"That was not a man," Jacob answered.
The shadow appeared again, this time closer. Sara's eyes filled with terror.
Because whatever followed them… did not breathe.