Forsaken
“Once we go in, we can’t turn back.”
Ava squeezed his hand. “I’m ready.”
Hayden gave her one last, lingering look before leading the way inside.
The further they went, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. The walls seemed to pulse with a low, ominous hum, as if the very stone held the memories of the dead. Ava’s pulse quickened, but she kept her focus on Hayden’s steady form ahead of her.
Finally, they reached the heart of the cavern—a massive, open space with towering stone pillars and a single altar in the center. The altar was covered in intricate carvings, their meaning lost to time, but the aura it exuded was unmistakable: power. Old, ancient power.
Sikat na Kabanata