It was obvious by this point that someone had planned this entire thing—this was not caused by the fog, but by whoever had caused his fog. That being said, their methods for leading them to wherever they were going was questionable at best; if they wanted to send a message, why try to kill them off with burning rain and massive hail?

His arms flew out the moment he set eyes on the urns, motioning for no one to step further. What was that, Egyptian? The cat imagery seemed far more familiar than the owl or dogs—at least in relation to ancient history—and it unfortunately brought the image of Febby to his mind.

"Nobody needs to touch them." The words were meant to remain as thoughts but left his mouth anyways. "Not at least without...deliberation. It looks like a puzzle, a trap, or both."

He glanced back at the team, brows raised questioningly.

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