Elowen stood at the entrance to the Elder Tree Temple, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the massive, ancient structure before her. The temple was older than any building in the kingdom, its roots winding deep into the earth, its towering branches stretching high into the sky. The Elder Tree itself was the heart of the temple, a colossal tree that had stood for millennia, its bark as white as bone, its leaves shimmering with a faint golden glow in the evening light.
Vyrelda stood beside her, her usual calm expression unwavering. But Elowen could sense a shift in her friend's demeanor. She could feel it too, the air here was different—thick with the weight of ancient magic. This place always made her uneasy, and after the last visit with Mikhailis, it had only grown worse.
