Ryn approached the stone platform first, the tablet he'd found tucked under his arm. He knelt, brushing away centuries of dust and sediment from the shallow groove carved into one side of the platform.
"Do we need to insert something in there?" Jay asked from behind him.
Ryn shrugged. The pedestal was intact, which was the only encouraging thing he could say about it.
He glanced between the crystal orb and the cracked stone tablet he'd scavenged from the library earlier. The drawing etched into the tablet was… generous to call "clear."
From what he could gather of the manual, the only decipherable part was the orb having to be in a certain orientation.
The rest of the instructions had lines missing and a corner that chipped off completely. It looked like someone had tried to explain a complex mechanism using a child's drawing.
Jay asked, "Do you… know what orientation that means?"
"No," Ryn said. "But it seems to have something to do with the sun?"
