But it wasn't reflecting her.
And she was riding the beast.
The arrow flew in a slow-motion arc, rain beading on its carbon shaft, and punched through the rifle's receiver. The weapon sparked and died. The mercenary stared at his ruined gun, then at her. Lara Croft- Island Of The Sacred Beasts - 3DCG-...
In the center of the cavern, a pedestal. On it, a mirror. But it wasn't reflecting her
From the darkness beyond, a low, guttural hum began. It wasn't an animal. It was a frequency. A heartbeat. Three beats. Pause. Three beats. The sacred heartbeat of the island. rain beading on its carbon shaft