The first rays of dawn bathed the landscape in a silvery blue as we approached the Moon Temple.
The air was crisp, tinged with mist, and I felt the weight of the world settle deeper on my shoulders with every step I took.
Lucas walked beside me, silent, his posture tense but respectful. Whatever unspoken emotions lingered between us from last night were pushed aside by the gravity of our mission.
The Moon Temple stood like a sentinel at the edge of a mountain ledge, partially hidden by overgrown vines and frost-kissed evergreens. Its structure was ancient, older than the capital itself. Moonstone inlays shimmered faintly on the stone walls, and crescent motifs adorned the towering doors. As we drew closer, the temple seemed to breathe. The air around it felt charged and alive.
"It's reacting to our prescence," Lucas murmured, eyes narrowing as he watched the faint glow around the temple's entrance.
