The interior of the Sanctuary of Light was a labyrinth of winding corridors and towering chambers, each more ancient and imposing than the last. The stone walls were etched with runes that glowed faintly, casting a pale blue light that danced across the smooth surfaces. Every step Elara, Elias, and Morgana took echoed through the halls, a constant reminder of how alone they were in this vast, forgotten place.
As they ventured deeper, the air grew colder, filled with a strange energy that seemed to hum just beneath the surface. The tension between the trio was palpable, but none of them spoke. They were focused, each of them attuned to the possible dangers lurking in the shadows.