The party moved cautiously through the crumbling ruins of the temple, the oppressive air growing heavier with every step they took. Auriel raised a hand, her fingertips glowing softly as she murmured an incantation under her breath.
A warm, golden barrier expanded outward, enveloping everyone.
"Protection magic. I have a feeling we'll need it."
Auriel explained.
Duchess Amara tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"How thoughtful of you, Goddess. Your instincts are as sharp as ever."
Auriel didn't respond, her focus instead fixed on the ominous aura emanating from deeper within the temple. The air felt thick, and the faint hum of dark magic prickled at her senses.
As they walked, Duchess Amara began to speak, her voice casual yet carrying a certain pride.
