With the third pillar aligned, the courtyard began to tilt. The obsidian floor became a sliding hazard, slick with centuries of moss. Lara leaped from a crumbling ledge, grappling onto the Gatekeeper’s wing just as the floor gave way to a spiked pit below.
The humid heat of the Peruvian jungle clung to Lara Croft like a second skin. She hacked through a dense wall of ferns, her machete whistling in the stillness. Ahead, the ruins of the Xibalba Gateway rose from the earth like the jagged teeth of a buried giant. lara croft in the gatekeeper