The Echo of the Forgotten Gods
The path of light led Zahra and Kael into a realm where silence reigned and even the stars above seemed to hold their breath.
The landscape shifted again—no longer glowing forests or mirror temples. Now, they stood in an endless plain of ash-gray stone, where ancient columns jutted from the ground like broken bones of a forgotten world. In the distance, a sound—like wind through hollow shells—echoed faintly.
“This place feels… haunted,” Kael muttered, his voice low.
Zahra nodded. “The Watchers said this realm was once the dwelling of the old gods—the ones who first shaped the Veil.”
As they walked, faded murals came into view—etched into the stones, telling stories in broken sequences: gods of fire and wind, of sea and stars… gods now silent.
Suddenly,
