Narthalion Temple, in the Tarelith Forest, ancient stone ruins carved with old symbols.
“Tyler, we’re here,” Zion whispered, eyes fixed on the stone ruins rising from the forest floor.
Thick mist seemed to wrap the temple, making the whole place feel like it was holding its breath.
Tyler frowned, checking their bearings. “This is the Narthalion Temple? According to Elder Rowan’s records, this place was used to seal Morghen…”
Zion swallowed. “Yes. And it looks like that seal is still active, even after all these centuries.”
Tyler turned, looking at the dark trees around them. “Alpha, I don’t like this. The magic scent is strong. It feels like something’s watching.”
Zion stepped closer to the main stone gate. The pillars were cracked with age, but the ancient carvings still glowed fain
