The Golden Horus

Silas ran his kerchief across his forehead as sweat beaded down his face and dripped to the sandy tiles at his feet. He traced the etchings on the golden altar with his finger. His brow furrowed as he deciphered the meaning behind the lines and curves. Cascading lava poured from the walls, a deadly reward for setting off an ancient trap. In moments the molten rock would reach the platform where Silas and his porter were stranded.