Eli's thoughts swirled with questions. What was the Architect's true purpose? Why had they helped Malakar?
Lyrien led them deeper into the temple, stopping at an ancient mural.
"This depicts the realms' creation," Lyrien explained. "The Architect shaped the realms, balancing light and darkness."
Aethon scrutinized the mural. "Is the Architect a deity?"
Lyrien hesitated. "Their power transcends mortal understanding."
Eli's gaze locked onto a symbol on the mural. "This symbol...it's on my hand."
Lyrien's eyes widened. "The Mark of the Architect. You, Eli, are connected to the Architect's design."
Aethon's grip on Eli's hand tightened. "What does it mean?"
Lyrien's expression turned solemn. "You, Eli, hold the key to restoring balance...or unleashing destruction."
Suddenly, the temple shook, and a voice boomed.
"You have uncovered the truth," the voice said. "Now, face the Architect."
A figure emerged from the shadows.