Michael stood there confused for a few moments, running his hands along the stone. It was difficult to tell the color of it, as his night vision washed out a lot of the color around him, so he raised his hand and focused on it as if he was going to heal someone to make it glow. The stone was large, reaching nearly as high as his chin and overgrown with roots and vines. He walked slowly around it, careful to watch his step. He saw small patches of gray on the ground as well, realizing that where he was standing all used to be part of a large stone platform. He placed his hand on it again, finding it oddly warm to the touch as he circled around it. He could see the remnants of a single large foot broken at the ankle and overgrown. He looked at the direction the foot was pointing, to determine where the front of the statue had been and started to move away the plants and vines from it.His hand was still glowing as he searched for any writing or inscriptions on the front of the statue’s base and it suddenly locked in place. He looked at his hand, and started to try and pull away, but it wouldn’t move. Its glow began to increase and the heat he felt in it began to grow, building until it burned and started to blind him. Gold lettering began to appear from the statue and fly past him and around him. It was moving too fast for him to read or understand, overwhelming him with a flurry of indecipherable information that assailed his senses as his hand burned and the light from it grew. Very suddenly, it was over.He pulled his hand away, stumbling back as his vision recovered and the glow faded away. He took heavy, panting breaths and looked back at the statue. The vines and foliage had all burned away and now he saw the faded remains of an inscription.Se s,T y of I nDe e r of th eakShe wh eldsMichael tried to make sense of what the words could be, but there just wasn’t enough left for him to figure it out. (...)