The glow from the runes lining the walls cast eerie shadows across the narrow passageway as Luke, Ava, and Raven pressed onward, each step heavier than the last. The air here was different—thick with a sense of foreboding, as if the temple itself were holding its breath, waiting for the final confrontation.
Luke led the way, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. The silence between them was thick, but it wasn't born of fear. After facing their deepest nightmares, the trio had grown stronger, more attuned to each other. Every glance, every subtle movement communicated volumes.
"This place feels...alive," Ava whispered, breaking the quiet as she brushed her hand against the wall. The runes pulsed faintly under her fingertips, almost as if responding to her touch. "It's like it's watching us."
