章 1188: Profanite

Giselle paused as she entered the chamber, and laid eyes on exactly what she had been searching for. The chamber lay in shadow, a sanctum untouched by time, it's very air laden with the whispers of ancient secrets. She stepped inside, and felt a shiver of awe and trepidation, her breath catching in her throat as she finally saw what she was searching for. 

Before her, suspended in the gloom, was the secret treasure of legend, the Sands of Time. It was a small loop, delicate and mesmerising, formed by a few grains of sand that seemed to defy gravity, eternally cascading in a hypnotic fall. 

The grains glowed with a soft, golden light, creating an aura both surreal and mythic. The power emanating from the Sands was palpable, an immeasurable force that tugged at the very fabric of reality, promising the unattainable, the incomprehensible.