"Stonehaven. Come."
After giving Marcus a brief explanation of the First Emperor's Tomb, Liam turned and led him deeper into the hidden domain. They walked through endless ranks of stone soldiers, passing row after row of silent warriors frozen in eternal formation. The air felt heavy, almost reverent, as though even sound itself hesitated to disturb the ancient army standing guard.
Eventually they reached the northern edge of the formation.
There, an enormous yellow mystic turtle towered before them, its body rising more than a hundred meters into the air. The statue looked less like carved stone and more like condensed history itself, massive and ancient, its shell etched with complex runes that pulsed faintly with earth energy. Beneath it, a swirling yellow vortex rotated slowly, emitting a steady hum that vibrated through the ground.
An entrance.
