You step onto a moonlit beach. Ruins rise from the sand, whispering of forgotten ages. The torches flicker, and the stones seem etched with faint words waiting to be read.
These ruins once belonged to kings and queens whose names have been lost to the tides. They left riddles carved into stone, a trial for those who would awaken their secrets.
The bushes are thick and tangled, their leaves shifting with the night breeze. Through the gaps you catch glimpses of weathered stone, as if something ancient lies hidden just behind. If you push them aside, you can see more clearly…
A forgotten tomb stands half-buried in sand, its top jutting above the bushes. The stone door is carved with patterns that seem to shimmer faintly in the moonlight. Though the entrance is still sealed, the air around it feels heavy, as if waiting for someone to disturb its silence.
The ancient tablet glows with runes. Inscriptions nearby read:
ᚠ + ᚠ + ᚠ + ᚠ = 40
ᚠ + ᚠ + ᚢ + ᚨ = 40
ᚠ + ᚢ + ᚢ + ᚱ = 40
ᚱ + ᚢ + ᚨ = 40
Click the runes in the correct order to activate the seal.
The runes align and the seal ignites. A shimmering portal opens before you, humming with ancient power. It will transport you to the next scene.
Isle of the Riddle ThirdThe carvings shift and rearrange themselves into a broken pattern. It feels like the seal will only open if you restore its shape.
The carvings flare once, then crumble into dust. The heavy stone door groans and slides away, leaving the tomb entrance unblocked. You feel a rush of cold air from the darkness inside…
The seal is gone, and the entrance stands wide open. Beyond the threshold lies darkness, whispering of hidden chambers below. Do you dare to step inside?
You step down into the tomb's dark stairwell… At the bottom, the chamber opens up into piles of treasure, glittering in the torchlight. Something golden watches you from the shadows.
The stone archway rises behind you, leading back up into the ruins above. If you climb the steps, you'll return to the moonlit beach.
A massive pile of gold coins rises before the stairwell, as if guarding the path below. Gems glitter in the firelight, daring you to take them… but you can't shake the feeling they're being watched.
Among the piles of treasure sits a golden statue of a very fancy pup.
Crown on her head, fluffy fur — she looks way too pampered to be guarding anything.
Still, her golden eyes sparkle like she knows more than she's letting on. 🐕
Some say her name is Queenie… but maybe that's just a legend. 😉
Chests burst open with coins and jewels, their contents spilling across the floor. An old sword sticks awkwardly out of the heap — a reminder that not everyone left this chamber alive.
Coins and jewels spill from battered chests, their colors reflecting against the cave wall. For a moment, the gems almost seem to pulse with light, like the hoard itself is alive.