For a millennia it had remained lost, forgotten amongst the deep canyons, broken and dead. Only the most smallest of clues in ancient lore hinted to its possible existence.

Jacob knew, in his soul, that it HAD to exist. His mind ever tracking down the puzzle of the lost temple until he made his big break. An ancient tome, the last surviving evidence to the Lake of the Immortals. Just a sample could make him famous beyond even that of a God.