If the cross represented the Original Creator... then what did this painting mean as a whole?
The Son of the Creator? Lorne stared fixedly at the two infants held by the Twelve-Winged Angel in the mural, an exceedingly strange feeling rising in his heart.
If the scene in this painting was real... then Amon's origins were far more extraordinary than he had imagined!
And he apparently had a brother, too... Lorne lowered the camera, then turned to look at Sharron behind him.
"Do you know what this mural represents?"
"The only one who uses a cross as a symbol is the True Creator..." A trace of uncertainty colored Sharron's voice. "But His sacred emblem is different from the one in this mural, too."
"I think this most likely depicts history even older than the Fourth Epoch," Lorne analyzed. "Could the ancestor of the Amon Family have been a descendant of some Creator?"
"A Marauder descended from a Creator... now that's quite a contrast," Lorne couldn't help muttering.
The two left that wall and made another half circuit of the burial chamber, finally discovering a stone door with only a faint outline in an inconspicuous corner.
When Lorne tried pushing it with his hand, the surface of the stone door suddenly rippled like water, forming an incredibly lifelike scene.
Deep-blue waves surged into the distance, one after another. At their farthest reach lay black fog so thick it seemed almost liquid. A jagged mountain, constantly dripping black slime, jutted abruptly out of the fog. Behind it stretched an endless expanse of black fog, with no end in sight.
"Another scene that makes no sense..." Lorne muttered, then turned to Sharron.
"The Abyss!"
Sharron spoke the word with a slight tremor. Lorne could sense unmistakable fear coming from her.
He instinctively stepped