"We need to get out of here," viya urged, her voice trembling. But Jerry, drawn to the temple like a moth to a flame, shook his head.
"We've come this far, viya. We need to know what's inside."
With a mixture of fear and curiosity, viya reluctantly followed him. They approached the temple cautiously, the air thick with the scent of decay. The heavy wooden door stood ajar, as if inviting them in.
Inside, the air was thick with dust and an oppressive silence. Strange symbols adorned the stone walls, faintly glowing in the dim light that filtered through the cracks. The whispers were no longer just voices; they were chants, a dark rhythm pulsing in the air.
"Do you feel it?" viya whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "Something's wrong."
Jerry nodded, his breath shallow. He had no idea what was happening, but the weight of the place was suffocating.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the far end of the temple. A cloaked figure, its face hidden beneath the hood. It stood perfectly still, yet its presence was suffocating.
"Who's there?" Jerry called, his voice trembling.