Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle Of Life Mythological Container ((hot)) Info

Soren smiled. “Then it’s also the cure. And I intend to weaponize the cure.”

“Mister Kessler, Miss Croft,” Dorian said, brushing debris from his jacket. “The box, if you please. Dr. Soren has a theory that the ‘breath of souls’ might be a concentrated biogenic agent. Immortality in a jar.” Soren smiled

They descended into the dark. Kessler’s flashlight caught a mosaic floor that rippled with heat. Lara knelt, pressing her palm to the stone. “Geothermal vents. The whole island is a furnace.” She pointed to a series of bronze pressure plates. “Step there, and the floor opens to magma. We follow the serpent’s path.” “The box, if you please

“You don’t understand,” Soren gasped. “I already opened it. Just a crack. I felt it—the end of everything. The death of the first cell. The scream of the first lung.” Immortality in a jar

She found Soren trapped on a crumbling ledge above a lava fall. The box had begun to change: its surface now wept a black ichor that sizzled where it dropped. Soren’s hands were blistering.

“You understand this isn’t a trinket, Lara,” said her ally, the disgraced MI6 agent Kessler, from the opposite seat. “If the legend holds, it doesn’t just contain hope and despair. It contains the first breath of every living soul. The original template of mortality.”