Marcus stepped cautiously into the ruins of the Forgotten Sanctuary, his heart still racing from the encounter with the Forbidden Beast. The dark, weathered stones of the sanctuary loomed around him like ancient sentinels, their surfaces covered in thick vines and moss. The air inside felt heavy, dense with the weight of history. The stone pillars, although cracked and crumbling, stood tall, a testament to the power this place once wielded.
The deeper he ventured, the more he could feel it—the sense of an ancient, sleeping power that resonated in the very walls of the sanctuary. His senses were on high alert, the *Aura of the Wilds* heightened, and he could hear the slightest movements around him. Yet, all that greeted him was silence.
*Ding!*
A new notification from the system rang in his mind, the familiar ping bringing an odd sense of urgency.
