Genevieve watched in awe as he did his magic. The black smoke scared her a little as it stretched from his finger tips. What if he turned that black smoke on her? She shivered a little as they stepped forward and pulled the doors open. Dust cascaded around her as she did so. She coughed a little as she stepped inside the humid tomb. The air felt stagnant inside and Genevieve tried not to breath to much. She walked forward a few steps and touched the casket in front of her. Thick black dust now coated her finger tips. It resembled the blackness of the smoke Damien had controlled.

She wiped it off on her jeans and continued to study the tomb. She sighed, "What now?" She was so tired of asking this question. She should be able to figure out things like this all on her own. Her eyes carefully scanned the walls until they found a bump. She maneuvered around the casket and walked over to it. She put her hand out and pressed in. A door popped open, inviting even more displaced dust into her lungs. She smiled triumphantly. "Lets go find us a Relic." Alissa and John were grinning as they walked over to the door's opening. They pushed it in and revealed a cave like tunnel.