The sanctuary's corridors were eerily quiet, save for the occasional creak of ancient stone. Elara moved through the passages, her thoughts weighed down by the recent revelations. The newly discovered chambers had provided them with much-needed resources and insight, but the feeling of impending danger had not lifted. Instead, it seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
She paused at a small alcove near the central chamber, where a collection of dusty scrolls and ancient texts had been piled. Morgana had been studying them intensely, and Elara wanted to see if there were any additional insights to be gained.
The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of old parchment. As Elara unrolled one of the scrolls, she felt a shiver run down her spine. The symbols and script were unfamiliar, their meanings elusive. She had barely begun to decipher the text when Kirin approached, his face showing signs of fatigue but also determination.