As the two climbed the slope, an ancient temple unveiled itself before them.
It was encased in vegetation, showcasing a lack of maintenance for an unknown amount of years. Despite the mosses and lichens that have spread across the ancient temple, its walls were robust and glowing—not weathered at all.
On top was a dome, stretched skyward, the source of the intertwining strings of energy.
Four solemn pillars guarded the entrance, standing sentinel beneath the weight of centuries.
Each pillar, a stony witness to the passage of epochs, cradled the ethereal glow of azure, icy flame torches that flickered with an otherworldly radiance. It gave the luminescence as if the temple came from another dimension.
Knowing what lies inside, Adhara and Flunra don't find the appearance surprising.
