The path was thinner as the group ascended the final ridges. Crystal’s legs ached, but the sight before them made every step worth it. 

The temple stood atop the peak, carved from stone, ancient and awe-inspiring. Its walls were covered with runes, glowing faintly in the early morning light, and paintings of wolves, and flames intertwining in ways she could not fully comprehend. 

The carvings seemed to stare back at them. Crystal’s chest tightened at the history, a mixture of reverence ...