The Summoning of the Icons Pt. 2

(if you haven’t read the part 1 recently, please do)

“What the hell was that!” exclaims one of the elite guards.

“At least the demon was only a voice…” Silv remarks, “king, should I go down the other end of the stream?”

“It’s up to you, but I’m guessing there will be another neckless that way.”

Silv pulls an amber from one of the relit torches and turns into a flame. He proceeds to the currently empty stream/tunnel that enters the wall, lying flat on his belly, and crawls for with the fireball in front of him. As he expected there was a drop down at the end of the tunnel. However, the other tunnel provided a rectangular room filled the black substance that pulled you downward, this ‘room’ is a stone slant going down to an underground lake.

“What the corn stalk,” calls Silv, “there is a fucking corn stalk.”

Indeed, there stands tall a seemingly healthy corn stalk growing in the middle of the lake. Silv drops onto the slope, carefully making his way to the lake. He reaches out, grasping the stalk, and yanking it out of the ground. Silv takes the pendent that he knew would be there, its ‘chain’ one of the roots, and begins to crawl back.

As soon as he gets out of the narrow space, he hands the neckless to the king and backs against the wall. When the Egyptian King places the pendent in the carved-out hole in the stump, the torches do not go out like last time. The runes are filled with a soft green color and a beam of energy the same color shoots strait up into the hole made by the last neckless. But when they hear the voice they were anticipating, it is not an evil demon claiming he will kill there god, instead its a voice of a very grateful middle-aged man.

“Your respect is greatly appreciated. May your crops ever prosper.”

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