The temple stood before us, an ominous structure shrouded in shadow and silence. It was ancient, its stone walls covered in moss and creeping vines, and it exuded an air of malevolence. I could feel the dark magic pulsing from within, a testament to the power we were about to face. The dragon warriors around me shifted uneasily, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.
"Stay close," I instructed, my voice steady despite the anxiety gnawing at me. "We move as one. No one breaks formation."
Tharos, in his dragon form, nodded gravely. "We are ready, Jade. Lead the way."
Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the temple. They creaked ominously, revealing a vast, dark hall lined with ancient statues and flickering torches. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the weight of centuries-old magic.
