The emptiness that remained after the shadows dissolved felt alive, filled with a quiet, expectant energy. Lira floated in the midst of it, chest rising and falling as her elemental powers calmed into a steady rhythm. She sensed, more than saw, a presence—watchful, patient, and ancient.
Then a voice, not spoken but felt, resonated through her mind, clear and serene. "Little flame… you have begun to understand, yet the path you seek is still hidden. To awaken fully, to grasp Spirit in its essence, you must find the Temple."
Lira's heart skipped. "Temple?" she whispered aloud, though no words had truly come from her lips. "I don't even know where to start…"
