The party hurries back up the stairs, and through the pool room. You pick up the pace as the pool collapses down on the room with the soldiers, leaving it a ruin of water and debris.

You slow as you make your way through the rubble of the statue room, some small fires still burning.

You make your way past the room of the spearmen. They appear to wave goodbye to you as you re-spring the empty traps.

You exit the tunnel to the doorway where the slave opened the portal with his strange rock. You smell petrichor ahead.

You come outside to a heavy rainstorm. You look up at a blackened sky with pinpricks of morning light across the plains. Where only cracked mud had been you are now surrounded by fast-sprouting bushes with fragrant flowers.

The muddy ground starts rumbling and the ziggurat starts to collapse on itself, the great obsidian blocks begin to sink into the muddy sand.

Where 24 had entered the pyramid, eight have survived to pursue their destinies!

"And so spin the wheels of Destiny...we have done a great deed with this venture, so it would appear...both us that have lived to tell the tale, and the fallen we sadly leave behind. May their gods grant them a comfortable rest in the afterlife."

Tzothagri offers a silent prayer to the Fates, then looks up at the rain and smiles.

"Well, it would appear the drought is over..."

"Let's go back... doesn't look like the rain will stop soon. I just want to get to a bed right now."

Carrying Rhod's body, Urmdrak finally took a look around, to see those that had survived. Did they manage to recover any bodies of their own, as requested?

Pyke attempts to keep himself dry from the pouring rain. He clutches the book, wrapped in a large sack, close to his chest. Just then, a stray thought arises in his mind.
"Esmerelda? Where did she get to?"

3XP for the survivors of the final encounter.