The underwater ruins of ancient Erostah were quiet today. Charlotte Wilson and her team were able to move through the usually wild currents with surprising ease. It was as though the waters had finally decided to reveal the secrets they held, if they held any.

The truth was that Charlotte and her team had been surveying the waters south of the Continent which had once been full of glaciers for months now and were yet to discover anything than a few old pots, pans and knives. Proof that the area had once been habitable to the ancient Lyriumians, yes, but not exactly her make or break discovery. It was far from unknown that the Continent had once been a very different shape and that this entire area had once been above water. Of course people had eventually found it,

Charlotte sighed, adjusting her backpack and checking her water crystal was still securely fastened to her clothing before diving once again down to the sea floor. She held a torch in one hand and a scanner in the other. Charlotte, like the rest of her team, begun her laps for the day. Her scanner, piercing through the sand below, was yet to find anything. After an hour of swimming, she was beginning to lose hope of ever finding anything.

"Does anyone else think this is pointless?" came the voice of one of her teammates over the radio.

"Abigail, we will never find anything with that attitude," Charlotte replied, despite feeling the same way. "Besides, today is our last day before we report our findings to the Palace."

"What findings?" snorted Trever.

"Every finding is important," Charlotte said, unsure of who she was trying to convince.

Her scanner started beeping. Charlotte prepared herself for what was bound to be another knife only to see, in shock, that it wasn't. There was something beneath the sands. Whatever it was, it was fucking massive!

"I've got something!" Charlotte called excitedly into her radio. "Something huge!"

Her team was with her in minutes. All fifteen of them looked down at the sand, some in anticipation, some in expected disappointment.

"It'll be another rock, won't it?" Abigail asked.

"Wrong material," Charlie said, the focus on their scanner. Using a portion of their light magic, they created a shimmering outline of the space the object took up. The group begun clearing the area.

Even with their respective powers helping them, it took hours to move away the top layer of sand without damaging the object. It had since been proven to not be a rock. Not only was it too flat and smooth, it was too perfectly cut. The group had dug until the top quarter of the object was exposed. They tied enchanted rope around its top and connected it to their boat. Trever and three others returned to the surface to begin the haul.

The giant box-shaped object was pulled from the sand. The group directed those in the boat to move it somewhere out of the way of the now-giant hole. The box was placed lightly on the sand. The ropes remained in place. More were passed down to the underwater team to go around the rest of its body.

As she moved her own portion around the box, Charlotte found herself pausing at some carvings on the outside of the box. "Hey," she called to Abigail who was swimming nearby. "Check this out."

The carvings were written in the Old Language, something of which both Charlotte and Abigail knew well, though nowhere near as well as the current Rulers of the God Worlds.

"Tell me my translation is wrong," Charlotte said with wide eyes.

Abigail read it aloud: "For those of the year 771, 523, 556, 355, a warning of the future I bring. The time is near. The end is close. The Beast will awaken before its time. The Quakes are the first warning. When the time arrives, the seal will break, and the time will come to face your fate. A power from the past awaits inside." The rest of the carvings had faded.

"We need to get this to the surface," Charlotte said, "and send word to the Palace immediately."

Abigail was focused on one part of the message. "What does it mean by 'The Beast will awaken before it's time'?" she asked fearfully.

There was only one thing Charlotte could thing of and it was far from good.

"Get this thing to the surface," she said into her radio. "We're moving out as soon as its on board."