Platinum thought over this briefly.
There was only enough room on that elevator for Link, herself and…one more person.
Which meant if she was to go down there, two of her fellow archaeologists would have to remain here.
“Mea, Surin, you two will have to stay here. Quentin and I will head down with Link.”
The two women she’d spoken to nodded in acknowledgment, the sole male beside her looking to that elevator with some mild curiosity.
With all that said and done, Platinum and her companion followed Link into the elevator.
Once inside, there was a strange device in the center of the room, what looked like a terminal at the far end barring further passage, and some panels covering some writing. A voice echoed across the tomb.
“To you who set foot in this shrine…I am Valoh Ramah. In the name of the Goddess Hylia, I offer this trial.” It was clear that this area was a puzzle that needed to be cleared.
Link decided to approach the strange contraption in the center of the room. “Maybe this apparatus can give us a clue…” he thought aloud, activating the apparatus. When he manipulated it, some of the panels moved. “Can any of you guys translate ancient Hylian?”
“One moment…” Platinum said as she moved to have a closer look at the inscribed panels.
“Sebastian, pull up Initiative records of ancient Hylian script. Is our translation base updated?”
Her AI took a moment to scan what she was seeing, and less than that to make a translation as best he could.
“Translation done, Admiral.”
Platinum hummed as she looked at the panels again, now seeing their translated words. A few idle taps of her omni-tool synced the data to Link’s slate.
While Link pored over the translations, the Fleet Admiral pondered the context behind the disjointed words she was seeing.
“Slumber…guardian…domain…remain. Interesting…” Platinum murmured.








