We didn't waste time.

After the unsettling enunter at the mins of the Silvermoon massa in site, we climbed back into the car, the engine mating as Isaiah set our course toward the Sacred Hall. No one spoke much dong the drive. The weight of what we had just experienced chong to us like shindows, whispering in the back of our minds.

1 sat in the back, staring out the window as the darkened trees for part. The night teemed deeper here, as if the very borvet knew we were approaching something ancient, something perwerful. The farther we drove, the denser the frees baran, their thick branches stretching overbend like skeletal fingers, blocking on the moonlight. Even the air grew heavier, thick with a strange energy that set my nerves on edge.

The tires crunched over the uneven dirt path as we pressed on, the headlights cutting through the darkness ahead. A hush had fallen over the world around us- mo distant hints, no rustling leaves not even the chirp of crickets. Just silence. The kind that prickled at the skin and warned of unseen eyes luth

Hours passed in tense quiet.

When we finally reached the Sacred Hall, the sight of it stole my breath.

It was a massive structure, hidden deep within the heart of the woods, its once- grand walls now overtaken by nature, Vines curled around towering columns, moss crept along cracked stone, and the air carried the scent of damp earth and forgotten history. The plate radiated an aura of age and mystery, as if it had existed long before the world as we knew it.

The entrance loomed before us, guarded

arded by four ues-massive

statues-

wolves, each carved

hollow eye

souls. They weren't just

Isalah killed the engine.

one moved at

hesitant breath. "So... do we just walk

tightening. "Nothing about this

my stomach. My fingers brushed against the ancient carvings lining the stonework. They felt warm-alive, almost as though centuries of magic still pulsed beneath the surface. A faint hum thrummed beneath my fingertips, resonating with

then, as the clock struck

The statues moved.

the air as cracks formed along their rigid forms. The sound of stone grinding against stone sent a shudder through me as the wolves shifted, their bodies awakening from centuries of stillness. Glowing

entrance.

back, cursing under his

lifted its head, its voice deep and

worthy

1/2

Chapter 159

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255