The silence that filled the chamber after the Keeper's words was suffocating. The immense weight of their journey now pressed on their minds, heavier than the stone that surrounded them. Emily's heart pounded with the magnitude of the choice laid before her. She gripped the Heart of the Ancients tightly, its once comforting hum now a reminder of the peril they faced.
Alaric was the first to speak, his voice steady but low. "**The Temple of Eternity… Do any of us even know where that is?**"
Mira shook her head, though her eyes never left the now still Keeper. "**Not exactly a tourist destination. But it's got to be in the old records somewhere. The Ancients didn't build anything without leaving some kind of trace.**"