Chapter 76:
THE TEMPLE OF THE FORGOTTEN
The Whispering Woods grew darker with every step we took. The mist was thickened . The wind carried faint whispers not words, but something older, deeper. A presence that had been waiting for us long before we ever decided to come here.
The temple loomed ahead, massive and broken with time. Jagged stone pillars rose from the ground like the skeletal remains of something ancient and long dead. Vines wrapped around the crumbling archways, their twisted forms pulsing faintly with an eerie glow.
The ground trembled beneath my feet, almost as if the temple was breathing.
A warning.
A threat.
And yet, I stepped forward.
Because this was the moment we had come for.
Michael walked ahead of us, his body tense, his silver eyes locked
