They moved through the winding streets at a pace that felt like a blur, aided by Nyx's swift maneuvers and the urgency that hung heavily in the air. Though Lucas was still weak, he clung to the saddle behind her with quiet determination, his mind focused entirely on the one task that remained.
When they arrived at the cultivation altar, the scene was still and deceptively serene. The temple stood tall and sacred, its stone walls carved with ancient inscriptions and softly glowing with spiritual resonance. It was a place revered by the citizens of the city, a sanctum of peace and restoration.
