The long, winding corridors of the temple felt suffocating as Kana, Lysera, and Irielle followed Evaya through the maze-like halls.
The air smelled faintly of incense, but it couldn't mask the tension that clung to the walls.
They passed servants who kept their eyes down, guards who seemed more restless than usual, and faint whispers of something grand yet unsettling brewing within the sacred place.
Finally, Evaya stopped in front of a pair of polished wooden doors marked with subtle golden patterns.
She knocked softly, almost cautiously, her hand lingering against the wood for a moment before she stepped back.
From inside came an irritated voice.
"I told you already, go back. I don't wish to be disturbed right now."
The three exchanged glances, unsure whether to speak up, but Evaya leaned closer to the door.
"It's me. I've brought guests who requested to meet with you."
She called, her tone gentle but firm.
