The old love

Waky waky

The catacombs held tightly onto their secrets, the echoes of footsteps and whispered voices fading into an eerie silence. The Primarch's resolve remained unshaken as he led the group deeper into the labyrinth, the unconscious woman cradled protectively in the arms of the Apothecary and Rune Priest. They navigated the winding paths with a sense of urgency, their mission to safeguard the mysterious woman's awakening overriding the tragedy that had befallen Ted and Rex.

The catacombs seemed to grow darker with each step, their oppressive atmosphere pressing down upon the group like a suffocating shroud. The Primarch's mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions—regret for the loss of the tech crew members, determination to fulfill their mission, and an unyielding commitment to protect the secrets that had lain dormant for so long.

Ahead, the corridor widened into a cavernous chamber adorned with ancient carvings and relics of a bygone era. The Custodian maintained a vigilant watch, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. The Rune Priest murmured incantations under his breath, invoking protective wards to shield them from malevolent forces that might lurk in the depths.

At the chamber's center, a dais awaited—the culmination of their journey. The Apothecary gently laid the woman down upon it, his skilled hands hovering over her unconscious form as he monitored her vital signs. The Primarch stood at the edge of the dais, his gaze unwavering as he contemplated the significance of their discovery.

As the woman's eyelids fluttered open, a hushed anticipation filled the chamber. The Rune Priest and Custodian, recognizing the momentous nature of her awakening, knelt in reverence before her. Even the Apothecary, who had been diligently attending to her, paused in his duties, his eyes fixed on her awakening form.

The Primarch remained standing, his presence a pillar of strength and guidance. He watched intently as consciousness returned to her, his mind racing with questions and possibilities. Would she remember her past, or was her memory lost forever in the depths of her frozen slumber?

Slowly, she raised a hand to her forehead, as if trying to grasp at elusive memories. Her eyes, once clouded with confusion, now focused with clarity as she took in the faces of those around her—the Primarch, the Rune Priest, the Custodian, and the Apothecary, each bearing expressions of awe and respect.

"Who... who are you?" Her voice, though soft and fragile, carried a weight of uncertainty and curiosity.

The Primarch stepped forward, his voice gentle yet filled with solemnity. "You are safe now," he assured her, his words echoing through the chamber. "We have brought you here to awaken you from a long slumber."

Her gaze flickered from the Primarch to the Rune Priest and Custodian, then to the Apothecary who had cared for her. Recognition dawned slowly in her eyes, mingled with a sense of bewilderment at the passage of time.

"I... I don't remember..." Her voice trailed off, lost in the fog of forgotten memories.