The blueprints of the Temple lay sprawled across my desk, illuminated by the soft, flickering candlelight. Every curve and line had been meticulously drawn, detailing the intricate layout of the holy grounds. But something was missing.
I leaned closer, tracing the familiar routes with my fingers. The grand sanctum, the prayer halls, the meditation chambers—they were all accounted for. Yet, the spaces I knew existed—the underground dungeon, the hidden passage connected to the High Priest's office, and the sealed room with the mana-cancelling door—were glaringly absent. It wasn't an oversight. It was deliberate.
A sense of unease settled in my chest. The more I studied these plans, the more I realized the extent of the deception. Whoever had designed these blueprints intended to keep the most crucial parts of the Temple hidden. The sealed door in the dungeon, so similar to the one in the passageway, felt like a second lock protecting the same dark secret.
