Chapter 33
"The temples aren't holy. Think of them more as time capsules waiting for our discovery." - The Agnostic's Guide to the Mecha Bible
Ursy woke, staring at a light. A really bright light. Considering she went to sleep in the forest in Wulff's arms, this invariably caused some consternation.
Sitting up, she found herself on an altar of metal pounded thin enough it was almost sheer, and through it, she could see a mechanism. Flywheels and pinions, gears and cogs, moving slowly.
Swinging her legs over the edge, she glanced around and discovered she sat in a room very similar to that discovered in the temple on her homeworld. She just had no idea how she got inside.
And where was Wulff?
She stood, only belatedly realizing the floor might hold a trap. Breath sucked in, she listened and waited. Nothing came scything out of the wall.