The fighting turned into a blur of movement and the need to stay alive. Greg's arms hurt, his legs burned, and his chest felt like it was going to burst from the weight of everything that had happened, but he kept going and fighting because that's what he did.
That's what his family wanted him to do. Then, all of a sudden, they broke through.
The monsters just stopped following them when they reached the end of the hallway. They stood at the door, growling and pacing, but they wouldn't go into the room beyond. It was like something inside was keeping them away.
"What the hell..." Lylia put down her sword and took a deep breath. "Why did they stop?"
The room was different from anything else they'd seen in the temple up to that point. The walls were covered in old runes that glowed softly blue, like the ones they had seen on the beach that brought them here in the first place, but these were older and more complicated, and they seemed to have a power that made the air feel heavy.
