The early morning light filtered through the dense canopy, casting a patterned glow across the clearing. The ancient altar at the camp's center continued to emit a soft radiance, a constant reminder of the evening's revelations. The carved symbols, which we had decoded during the night, seemed to point out paths leading deeper into the island, hinting at a network of significant locations sprawled across its hidden expanse.
Kijin, whose affinity for decoding arcane signs had proved invaluable, detailed her findings over a quick breakfast. "These aren't mere decorations; they're directive markers, almost like signposts leading to other important sites on the island," she explained, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and seriousness.
Raijuu, always sensitive to the subtleties of our surroundings, paced nearby, his demeanor indicating a mix of alertness and unease—a reminder that the island's mysteries were closely guarded.
