The chamber was silent, save for the faint hum of the Nexus Orb, still pulsing with an ominous light. Marcus stood at the pedestal, his heart hammering in his chest as the shadowy figures surrounded him and Elara. Their eyes—if they could be called eyes—glowed faintly beneath their skull masks, their presence suffocating. It felt as though they were more than just guardians of this temple. They were the temple, its will manifest.
For a moment, Marcus simply stood there, his mind reeling from the visions he had witnessed. The cities falling. The kingdoms burning. The shadowy figure at the center of it all. It was a truth too dark, too profound for him to grasp in one fleeting instant, but it was clear that everything—his quest, Elara's role, and even the balance of the world itself—was tied to the Nexus Orb.
