While the clash between Erend and Orzhal-Kur raged like a storm outside, sending tremors through the forest and shaking the skies, deep within the ancient temple, another struggle was happening. This struggle was not about power - at least not yet – but about mystery and decisions.
The eight adventurers moved cautiously through the long stone corridors. Every footstep echoed in the hollow silence of the temple.
The deeper they went the colder it became as though the structure itself had not known warmth or light in centuries. Or the Magic energy here was just to strong.
Strangely — and perhaps, ominously — not a single monster had appeared. No guardian or man and no trap triggered. But the absence of danger felt like a trap in itself.
Their weapons never left their hands. Every shadow was treated as a threat. Every turn of the corridor was approached with blades drawn and spells ready.
Room after room passed them by. Some were cracked open, others sealed shut.
