The doors groaned as they swung open, revealing a vast chamber beyond. The air was colder here, charged with a magic so ancient it made Elara's skin prickle. Torches along the walls flickered to life as if sensing their presence, casting long, eerie shadows across the stone floor.
The chamber itself was massive, larger than any room they had encountered thus far. Its walls were lined with towering columns etched with runes that pulsed faintly, glowing with the same strange light that seemed to suffuse the entire temple. But what drew Elara's gaze wasn't the architecture—it was the object at the center of the room.
Suspended in midair, surrounded by swirling arcs of energy, was a crystal—a massive shard of glowing white stone, similar to the Shard of Severance but far more powerful. It thrummed with raw magic, sending ripples of energy through the air that made the ground beneath their feet tremble.