The heavy doors of the ancient temple swung open with a groaning creak, revealing a dark, yawning void that seemed to swallow the light of dawn. Kael and his warriors hesitated at the threshold, the sheer weight of the moment settling over them like a thick shroud. They had braved storms, fought off shadowy guardians, and climbed to the very heart of the Kallor Peaks—all for this. Yet the Heartstone remained elusive, hidden deep within the temple, as if daring them to step inside.
Morgana, her face pale but resolute, took the first step. Her magic pulsed faintly in her staff, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the worn stone floor of the temple's entryway. "We must be ready," she whispered, glancing at Kael. "The Heartstone will test us. Each of us."
"What do you mean?" one of the warriors asked, unease in his voice.