The wind howled through the narrow cliffs as Emily, Alaric, and Mira made their way toward the Temple of Whispers. The sky above was a pale gray, the sun hidden behind a veil of clouds, casting an ominous glow over the landscape. The cliffs themselves were jagged, their sharp edges cutting into the horizon like the fangs of a sleeping beast.
They had traveled far from the bustling marketplace of the city, moving through treacherous terrain to reach this isolated spot. The entrance to the temple, as the merchant had described, was marked by two towering stones, each carved with symbols too ancient to decipher.
"**This is it,**" Emily murmured, her eyes scanning the landscape. The twin stones stood sentinel over a dark opening in the rock—a passageway leading into the unknown.
Alaric drew his sword, his jaw set. "**Stay close. We don't know what's waiting for us inside.**"