Chapter 110: The Ancient Trap

The walls groaned around us, moving closer by the second. My breath hitched in my throat as I scrambled to my feet, the weight of the trap bearing down on us.

“We need to figure this out, now!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the enclosed space. “Look for anything that might be a clue or a trigger!”

Gareth darted to the walls, his hands flying over the ancient symbols carved into the stone.

Matthias and the others spread out, their eyes scanning the floor and ceiling for any sign of a mechanism or escape.

“What do these symbols mean?” Gareth asked, tracing one with his finger. “There’s got to be something we’re missing.”

I tried to recall every bit of lore and history my father had taught me about the mine and its secrets. These symbols…they were familiar, but not quite. A variation, perhaps?

Then it hit me. “It’s a sequence,” I realized aloud. “My father always said the old miners used a code to protect their treasures.

A sequence of symbols tied to the seasons. We need to find the