Maria, who was still guarding Livy with her protective powers, smiled faintly. "Great, this will give us enough time to approach the temple."
Mike, ready with his sword, nodded. "Good. Now we can move more safely."
They continued their journey, Calista's magic shield reflecting the thick fog and cold wind that surrounded them. Whenever the guardian spirits tried to approach, Calista's magic flickered brightly, repelling them with an invisible forceful push.
However, the closer they got to the temple, the stronger the pressure they felt. The energy around them became heavier, and the fog thickened even more. Mike sensed something different—as if stronger beings were watching them from the darkness.
"Calista, are we almost there?" Mike asked, glancing around.
