The Temple of the Amber Guardian

Dr. Maya Reyes had spent fifteen years chasing rumors of El Dorado's lesser-known cousin—the Temple of the Amber Guardian. After excavating sites across three continents, she'd finally found it: a hidden entrance beneath a waterfall in the Peruvian highlands, sealed for millennia. The stone doorway bore warnings in an unknown script, glyphs that seemed to shift when viewed from different angles. Her journal noted strange similarities between these symbols and astronomical charts she'd found in Prague. The moment she stepped inside, her compass stopped pointing north and began spinning wildly. Dust motes hung suspended in the narrow beam of light ahead, as if time itself held its breath within these walls. Somewhere in the darkness beyond, water dripped in a rhythmic pattern that almost sounded like... breathing. The Guardian was awake.

Panel 1·by BeanMachine