The Sanctuary

The moment we stepped through the archway of the ancient ruin, I felt it—a pull deep within me, as though something in the very stone was calling out, beckoning me further inside. The crumbling sanctuary loomed above us, overgrown with vines and timeworn, yet still exuding an aura of mystery and power. The last rays of the setting sun barely penetrated the thick, swirling mist that surrounded the place. The air felt alive with an energy that sent a shiver down my spine. I glanced at Zara. Her eyes were wide with awe.

"Something about this place... it's stronger than I expected," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the soft, ghostly wind that seemed to drift through the ruins.

Leif and Raven were already scanning the perimeter, eyes sharp and hands on their weapons. They hadn't said much since the battle in the wasteland. We were all on edge. The dark force that chased us felt closer than ever.