The large golden doors of the temple closed loudly behind Adrian, their echo bouncing off the walls of the halls. He raised his sword high, its bright edge shining light on the shiny walls around him.
Runes carved into every surface glowed softly, casting a strange, almost otherwordly light over the temple. Statues of Hera stood proudly in regal poses, each one exuding an aura of dominance and grace.
Adrian's eyes darted around the grand entryway, scanning for the three Shadow Court assassins who had slipped inside with him.
The silence was deafening.
His fiery chains snapped to life with a low hiss, ready to strike at the slightest movement.
But then, to his surprise, the ninjas didn't attack.
Instead, their cloaked forms darted deeper into the temple.
"What the—?" Adrian muttered, lowering his blade slightly. The assassins seemed to ignore him entirely, their focus fixed on something farther ahead.
