Chapter 35: The Temple of Light

The storm finally began to abate as the afternoon wore on, leaving behind a landscape blanketed in snow. The mountains were eerily quiet, the only sound the crunch of snow beneath their boots as Draven and his companions made their way through the narrow pass toward the Temple of Light.

The sky was a pale gray, the sun hidden behind thick clouds, casting a dim light over the snow-covered peaks. The cold was intense, biting at their skin and sapping their strength, but Draven pushed on, his thoughts focused on the task ahead.

"We're almost there," Kael said, his voice barely above a whisper as they approached a narrow ledge that overlooked a steep drop. "The temple should be just beyond this ridge."