The Temple of Echoes seemed to come alive as Marcus and Elara found themselves surrounded by the shadow warriors. The air shimmered with a strange energy, and the glowing fissures beneath their feet pulsed like the heartbeat of some ancient creature. The chamber's oppressive silence was now filled with the whispers of the past, echoing faintly in their ears.
"Stay close!" Marcus shouted, his voice cutting through the eerie hum.
Elara darted to his side, her twin daggers glinting in the faint light. "What are these things? They don't feel real, but they hit like they are!"
Marcus's grip on his staff tightened. "They're real enough to kill us. Focus on staying alive!"
