They’re another decoy, Wax thought, mind muddled. Those bracers were too perfect, just like the stories. They were left to fool us.
 Like the symbols of Wax’s old adversary, painted on the door of a mansion. Meant to distract. Delay.
 This place was made for the Lord Ruler, Wax thought. Those traps … those traps are stupid. What if one did catch him? The whole thing has to be a decoy.
 So what? There was another temple out there? Maybe they had hidden it in a cave?
 He could barely see anymore. Wayne held his hand, tears streaming down his face. Everything was fading. The cold … coming … like darkness …
 No, Wax thought, it wouldn’t be somewhere else. He’d need to be able to find it. He’d recognize it.…
 It was.
 It was here!
 Wax gasped, and tried to form the words, eyes wide. Wayne gripped his hand, knuckles white.
 He couldn’t feel it.
 The darkness arrived, and Wax died.