Adina’s POV

The temple was eerily quiet after the old keeper left. Dust floated lazily in the beams of afternoon light that pierced through the cracked ceiling. The air was thick, ancient, and heavy with forgotten whispers. I rubbed my arms, trying to shake the strange chill that crawled across my skin.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I muttered under my breath, though even as I said it, I knew I wasn’t leaving. Not until I found something. Anything.

The old man’s words still echoed in my ...