"Are you okay, man?" Bob asked, concerned.
Kiwi and Liam also looked at me, their faces with worry.
After a few seconds, the pain subsided, and I managed to stand up again.
"It's nothing. Maybe I'm just tired," I replied, trying to brush it off.
Bob helped steady me on my feet.
"What is this?" Liam asked, his eyes fixated on the massive mural.
"The Harbinger of Darkness," Kiwi answered quietly.
"It's said to descend every five thousand years... wiping civilizations clean, forcing the world to restart from nothing."
The three of us turned to look at Kiwi. He always seemed to know everything. Who was he, really?
"Some tribes worshipped it," he continued, "believing it to be the sign of the apocalypse. But around two thousand years ago, an ancient civilization wanted to stop the apocalypse. They developed weapons powerful enough to kill it. The Harbinger vanished after being struck by a concentrated energy blast. And what we're standing in... is one of those weapons."
