The sanctuary's entrance was a massive stone archway, partially hidden by overgrown vines and moss. As Elara and her group entered, the air inside felt warmer and thicker with an ancient, palpable magic. The stone walls, carved with intricate symbols and patterns, seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, casting soft shadows that danced with the flickering torchlight.
The group spread out, taking in their new surroundings. The sanctuary was an enormous chamber, lined with towering columns and adorned with relics from ages past. At the far end of the chamber stood a grand altar, upon which rested a pedestal designed to house the Heart of Thalor.
Elara approached the altar with the Heart, the sense of duty weighing heavily on her shoulders. She gently placed the Heart on the pedestal, its glow intensifying as it came into contact with the ancient stone. The sanctuary responded with a low hum, as if acknowledging the arrival of its long-expected visitor.
