How had monks from thousands of years ago possessed anything remotely similar to modern technology? It might even be a more advanced holographic science than we had now.
I looked around. We were at the top of a curving staircase that descended into darkness. The stepping stones consisted of the same red rock used to construct the building. I pulled out a flashlight.
“Are you ready?” I said to Emmy. Her eyes were lit up like a child opening a present.
“The monks gave the queen the mirror as a gateway into the catacombs. Morley will be surprised.”
“Are we supposed to contact Morley? This wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Maybe.” She checked her computer. “We couldn’t even if we had to. There’s no signal in here. Something in the rocks here blocks communication. Morley and I had the same problem when we explored some of the tunnels in the mountain.”
“I wonder if it makes more sense to go forward or retreat and consult him?”
