The air hummed with an unspoken energy, intensifying as we drew closer.
At the center of the altar lay a patch of charred wood, evidence of past incantations or offerings. My fingers grazed the cool surface of the stone, feeling the vibrations that seemed to resonate from the carvings.
The altar was adorned with clusters of colored crystals that refracted the sunlight into a dazzling display of hues.
Allan's eyes widened as he observed the artifacts, his keen senses attuned to the mystical aura surrounding us. "This place is ancient, Your Majesty, and these crystals... they hold a power I've never encountered before."
I nodded in agreement, my gaze fixated on the remnants of burnt offerings. "The sorcerer has left his mark here. This altar is a bridge between realms, a conduit for the
