The storm raged overhead, its fury relentless as James and his group pressed on through the rugged terrain of the Bloodridge Mountains. The path had become almost impossible to navigate, the rain turning the narrow trail into a slick, muddy slope. The jagged rocks cut into their boots, and the cold was biting enough to make even the seasoned warriors shiver. But none of them complained. They were too close now. The faint outline of the Temple of Shadows loomed ahead, partially obscured by the swirling mist and rain.
The temple was massive, an ancient structure built into the side of the mountain itself. Its dark stone walls seemed to absorb the light, and the carvings etched into the stone were twisted and ominous, depicting long-forgotten rituals of death and sacrifice. The air around the temple was thick with the weight of centuries-old dark magic, and even from a distance, James could feel the oppressive energy emanating from the structure.
