The eerie silence of the underworld was broken only by the sound of the group’s labored breaths as they approached the ancient temple housing the fourth anchor. The building loomed before them, its jagged edges glowing faintly in the crimson sky. The book Anna carried began to hum with energy, its pages glowing brighter with each step.
“This is it,” Logan said, gripping his blade tightly. “We’re getting the fourth anchor, no matter what.”
The group entered cautiously, their eyes darting to every shadow. The temple was a labyrinth of dark corridors and twisting staircases, but the book guided them, its glow illuminating the way.
Finally, they reached a massive chamber where the fourth anchor rested atop an obsidian pedestal. Surrounding it were six statues, each holding a weapon.
Anna stepped forward, but the moment her foot touched the center of the room, the statues sprang to life, their stone faces twisting into snarls.
“Get ready!” Logan shouted, raising his blade.
The fight
