The Temple of the Primordial Shadow stood silent in the mountain pass, its black stones gleaming like polished obsidian in the pale light of dawn. Ethan had returned to this place three times since his first visit, each time feeling the weight of its ancient power pressing against his consciousness like a physical force.
But this time was different.
This time, he had come with questions.
"Tell me about the Temple," he said to the Guardian, who stood at the entrance like a sentinel carved from moonlight. "Not just what it is. What it was. Who built it, and why."
The Guardian's silver eyes studied him for a long moment. "You are persistent, Son of Light. I will give you that."
"I need to understand. The Primordial Shadow is unlike anything I've faced. The Sleeping Shadow was a fragment
