The temple corridors wound deeper into the earth, the air growing colder and the light dimmer as Ethan, Morgana, Alex, and Rami pressed onward. The oppressive silence was broken only by the faint echoes of their footsteps and the occasional distant rumble, as if the ancient structure itself was groaning under the weight of time.
Ethan kept a tight grip on his sword, his senses on high alert. They had escaped the void, but he knew their trials were far from over. The Assembly had shown just how far they were willing to go, and he had no doubt they would be waiting for them ahead, guarding the relic or preparing another trap.
"Where are we headed?" Alex asked, his voice low but steady. He was scanning the walls as they passed, his hand hovering near the hilt of his dagger. The glyphs that decorated the stone seemed to glow faintly in the dark, casting eerie shadows that flickered and danced.