The air inside the temple seemed to press in around them, suffocating and alive with an energy that made Elara's skin crawl. The hooded figure loomed in the center of the vast hall, its voice still echoing in her mind. The words "You are the key" repeated like a warning she couldn't shake, sending chills through her.
Morgana took a cautious step forward, her face unreadable but her hands glowing faintly with magic ready to be unleashed. "What do you mean, she's the key?" she asked, her tone sharp, edged with distrust. "To what?"
The figure didn't immediately respond. Instead, it raised one shadowy hand, and the carvings on the walls lit up, their intricate patterns suddenly alight with a deep, ominous red glow. Elara's breath caught as she noticed how the lines of light seemed to converge on her, spiraling toward the crystal at her neck.
