[Silthara Palace — The Hidden Inner Sanctum — Continuation]
Silence.
Not ordinary silence...the silence of a world that had forgotten how to breathe. Not a single grain of desert sand moved beyond the ancient walls. The flames imprisoned within crystal lanterns stood frozen forever between life and extinction.
Time itself had bowed before forbidden magic; the enormous obsidian doors of the Hidden Sanctum stood motionless before them, covered from top to bottom with ancient serpent scriptures no living scholar had ever been permitted to witness.
Golden runes pulsed faintly beneath layers of darkness, and the air itself felt...wrong, old, and ancient. As though every step carried them deeper into the memories of forgotten rulers.
Arkhazunn remained kneeling within the glowing circle, blood continuing to drip from his nose onto the ancient stone.
...Drip...
...Drip...
