"I never heard of temples of the spirits… I guess they didn't last for thousands of years," Aion thought. "Maybe Tenebres destroyed it in the real present of Malon and his friends."
That would explain things. If the spirit of the wind could only manifest there after losing their master, that would be the best way to avoid their interference. At the same time, Aion wondered if they had a connection with Ceilion and the others. It was worth checking once Aion can.
Malon, Cailena, and Vaeral entered the temple with reverence, their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floor. They looked around in wonder at the intricate carvings and decorations on the walls and ceiling. It felt like the sound of chimes and bells filled the air, and the sweet scent of nature enveloped them. They moved slowly and respectfully, taking in the sacred atmosphere of the temple dedicated to the spirit of the wind.
