For ten grueling days, the building had trembled with an unrelenting vibration, its stone walls groaning as if alive with some hidden force.
The tremors had grown progressively more intense, reaching a crescendo in the past forty-eight hours that left the surrounding village on edge.
The leader of the tourist attraction, Gavrik with a greedy glint in his eye, had watched the phenomenon with a mixture of awe and avarice. Whatever lay within that crumbling structure, be it treasure, artifact, or power, he was determined to claim it for himself.
He couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip through his fingers, not when the potential profits could elevate his modest enterprise to new heights.
He had stationed guards around the perimeter, bribed informants in the village, and prepared his men for the moment the vibrations ceased.
