The roar grew closer. I tightened my grip on the jade pendant in my hand, and a warm energy flowed into my body, bringing a trace of reassurance.
The air in the burial chamber turned chilly and damp, and a stench of decay crept into my nostrils, making me feel sick to my stomach.
I took a deep breath, fighting down the discomfort, and stared vigilantly at the entrance of the chamber.
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