LThe descent into the Sun Temple was completely suffocating, not from heat, but from the sheer weight of ancient history pressing down on them. The stone staircase spiraled endlessly downward into the pitch-black earth. The only light came from the flickering silver torches held by the Blood Moon shadows, casting long, distorted silhouettes against the smooth, carved walls.
Elara walked close to Kael, relishing the sudden, sharp drop in temperature. The air down here was crisp and incredibly cold, preserving the ancient magic that hummed faintly in the stone. Kael’s hand rested protectively on the small of her back, his stormy grey eyes constantly scanning the shadows for any hidden traps.
"Look at the carvings," Marcus whispered, holding his torch up to the wall.
The stone was covered
