The Pillar of the Whispering Sands stood in the heart of the ancient temple, its runes glowing with a steady, pulsating light. Morgana's incantation filled the vast chamber, her voice echoing off the stone walls as the ritual progressed. Elara and her companions stood vigilant, their senses sharp and ready for any danger that might emerge.
As Morgana's chant grew louder, the ground beneath them trembled, and the air became thick with energy. The Pillar's light intensified, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. The ancient temple seemed to awaken, its dormant magic stirring in response to the ritual.
Elara's eyes scanned the chamber, noting the subtle shifts in the surroundings. The walls began to shift and reveal hidden passages, their ancient mechanisms groaning to life. The whispers of long-forgotten magic grew louder, mingling with the echoes of the ritual.