The moment my foot crossed onto the ancient ground, a sharp pulse rolled through the earth beneath me, like a heartbeat, slow, heavy, and alive.
At that, I stiffened as the air thickened, pressing against my skin like unseen hands.
Every breath I took carried a weight that made my lungs ache, and my pulse quicken. Beside me, was Dylan who was equally tensed, his sharp gaze scanning the ruins ahead.
The stone structures, once nothing more than shattered remains of an era long forgotten, now moved with a dull, eerie glow.
Strange symbols carved deep into the surface of the ruins, flickered to life, their golden light seeping through the cracks like veins awakening after centuries of dormancy.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed past us, and through the trees surrounding the sacred ground
