Hans' Diary : Egypt (9)
Clutching my pistol I run the gauntlet of sarcophagi, expecting something to happen at any second. For a moment it looks like I have got through safely, and then I see this in front of me!
Desperatly I try to bring up my gun, but its knocked out of my hand. All I can do is struggle with the creature and try to keep it from crushing me!
Somehow I manage to slip its grasp and get away up these stairs, suffering only a few scrapes.
Finally I slip through a barred gate and find myself free.
Now at last I can see before me the object of my search, the magical Chalice that I have searched across Scotland and Egypt for.
I find myself before an alter obviously carved by Templars long in the past, and in the back of it a window that looks into a chamber obviously constructed by Egyptians in the even more distant past.
Even as cynical as I am I feel a certain sense of awe looking at this place. I wonder what drove the Templars of the ancient past to hide this so well, and what connection it has to these hallowed walls.
Entering the chamber I take the Chalice ... and then there is a familiar sensation ...
