The ancient temple loomed ahead, its spires half-buried in jagged mountain rock. Cracks snaked along its stone façade, but faint runes etched into the walls glowed softly, pulsing in a steady rhythm. The group paused just outside the entrance, their breaths visible in the chill air.
"This is it," Kaelron said, his voice quiet but firm. The relic at his side pulsed in sync with the runes, its warmth both reassuring and unsettling.
Nyx stepped forward, her eyes scanning the structure warily. "Looks like it's been abandoned for centuries. Are you sure this place is safe?"
"Safe might be a stretch," Zerin muttered, his daggers glinting as he adjusted his grip. "But it's better than the open trail with cult patrols breathing down our necks."
Solen's map had led them here, but the unsettling energy radiating from the temple set Kaelron on edge. The relic at his side pulsed faster, its whispers brushing against his mind like faint echoes.
