Seventeen days of research and travel, thirteen years of obsession, had brought the young explorer to his current destination: a forsaken planet orbiting in the middle of a nowhere solar system. Life had once thrived on the empty sphere, however, its lack of residents was an utter mystery—one yet to be solved, but that would be after achieving his prize. Discovering the whereabouts and history of the people wasn’t his true reason for boarding the land; no, it was what the civilization had left behind: an artifact. As a child, Espen Luinil had become obsessed with rare objects from ancient civilizations, and by the time he was in his teens had worked hard to become an archaeologist and achieve scholarships and grants. After his first he find, he was awarded Archaeologist of the Year—however, the young man didn’t show up for this magnificent moment as he was too busy on the other side of the galaxy solving a puzzle of a ruin. Every ruin, every relic, had a special meaning to Espen; he didn’t just chase down any rumor. The current relic was one he’d been searching for since his childhood. It was, in fact, the inspiration for his love of ancient artifacts, and now finally, he was close. Vines and deteriorated stone, chunks of idols and wall smothered in moss surrounded him. The sky above was barely vision beyond the foliage. The vegetation was unique to any other he’d seen yet, as were the heavens on this mysterious planet. Sadly, Espen could not spare time to investigate the broken ruins. Word was the foul-mouthed boozer of a treasure hunter was on the move with his eye on the same relic that had haunted Espen for years. The many rumors on this Tazren Lee Moroue were not pleasant and Espen could never live with himself if his beloved treasure were to fall in the hands of this chain-smoking hooligan. Luckily, his bionic legs could carry him swiftly, bounding him over the broken ruins. Regardless of the speed his legs could deliver, his lungs still burned from incessant running. The mossy walls around him were a blur as he pushed himself forward, feeling that prick of panic in his chest. He could not allow that notoriously ruffian to claim the age-old treasure as his own. Espen’s legs carried him deep inside the chambers of the temple, not yet in need of artificial light. The belly of the temple was chilled and the smell of rot, mildew and dust filled his nostrils. If his coordination’s were correct, he was only a hall away from the Chamber of Arte`ilx. The translation wasn’t completely accurate, but he could solve that part of the language later, for now, he had to beat Mr.Moroue to the finish line.