Malefica stumbled as Helga and Madera dragged her into the temple. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the restraints binding her vanished, and the two witches released their grip.
She took in her surroundings, her gaze sweeping across the expansive space that stretched far beyond what the temple's modest exterior suggested.
Spatial magic had been used to its fullest here; the small building from the outside gave way to vast halls within. Towering pillars lined the interior, with an ornate altar at the center and statues scattered across the space, each one crafted with delicate precision.
Her eyes traced the enchanted artifacts adorning the walls and the intricate runes carved deep into the stone, pulsating with latent energy.