I didn't sign up for this. One minute, I was an archaeologist piecing together shards of history, and the next, I was neck-deep in curses, cryptic symbols, and an excavation site that's more "doom" than "discovery." And then there's Jackson Kane. Arrogant, infuriating, and always one step ahead. The kind of guy who could walk into a collapsing temple and somehow make it seem like the temple's fault. But now, we're both stuck in something bigger than either of us, a mystery that's been buried for centuries, waiting to be unleashed. Every step forward feels like we're unlocking more than we can handle, and every time I think I've got it figured out, Jackson throws a wrench-or a smirk-into my plans. This isn't just another dig site; it's a gateway to something ancient, dangerous, and terrifyingly alive. I should probably walk away while I still can, but here's the thing: I've never been good at leaving a puzzle unsolved-or walking away from a challenge. Especially when the stakes are this high, and the answers might just rewrite everything we thought we knew about the past...and ourselves. Care to join me in the chaos?