C37 The Temple of the Unmade

The air within the ancient temple was thick with the scent of incense and the lingering energy of divine power. Shadows danced along the stone walls, cast by the flickering flames of countless candles. Aiden stood at the center, his form illuminated by the ethereal glow emanating from the intricate symbols etched into the floor beneath him.

Lucien and Damien approached cautiously