Novel & Cerita Shaman Class Hall Entrance

At the bottom, we found it—a door made of some kind of silver metal, carved with symbols I couldn't read. Luna could. "It says: 'Only the pure of heart and strong of spirit may enter. All others will find only death.'" "Encouraging," Vincent said dryly. "How do we open it?" Dante asked. Luna placed her hand on the door. It glowed, recognizing her bloodline, and swung open silently. Beyond was a temple unlike anything I'd ever seen. Ice walls that glowed with internal light. Floors made of frozen crystal. And at the center, on a pedestal of pure ice, sat a crystal shard about the size of my palm.

The shrine looks different in daylight. Less ominous somehow, just old stone covered in vines and time's decay. But I know what lurks inside. The ritual chamber below. The open gate spewing demons into our world. Malphas himself, commanding his corrupted army. "There," I point to the eastern wall where a section has partially collapsed. "That's our entry point. Avoids the main entrance where they'll expect us." "A dragon can't exactly fit through a small hole," Ember points out.

I wanted to be accepted on my own. The Shaman, an older man with silver-streaked hair, stepped forward. His face was lined with experience and his eyes were kind. “Luna Liana,” he said, his tone polite. “You are welcome here. I formally invite you to participate in the Luna ceremony of the Midnight Claw pack.”

Symbols etched into the stone shimmered as if acknowledging their presence. "This is it," Kael murmured, his eyes scanning the structure. "The sanctuary." Luna stepped forward, her heart pounding. "Let's proceed with caution." Upon entering, they found themselves in a vast chamber, the walls adorned with murals depicting the history of their kind. At the center stood a pedestal, upon which rested a crystalline orb pulsating with energy. As Luna approached, the orb emitted a blinding light, and the chamber transformed. The murals came to life, illustrating scenes of ancient battles, alliances, and betrayals. A voice echoed through the chamber.

“Good doing business with you. Come back if you need anything else. I hear there’s Western magic that uses eye of newt.” “Har-har,” Miyoung said, her voice as flat as a fallow field. “Thank you.” Nara bowed low, her manners too strong for her own good. “Let’s go.” Miyoung stomped past the shaman and into the entryway. She shoved her feet into her shoes so hard they almost hurt. Junu sauntered after them as Miyoung opened the front door. It caused a dozen bujeoks plastered around the entrance to flutter. She

Entering the Hidden Chamber The Enchanted Realm stood in tranquil majesty, its vibrant beauty a stark contrast to the hidden chamber that lay concealed within its depths. The heroes, Elysia, Valen, Elara, and Kael, stood before the entrance, a mixture of excitement and trepidation in their eyes. This was a moment they had been building towards, a pivotal step on their journey to uncover the ancient artifacts that held the key to their mission's success.

THE guards arched their heads down to acknowledge Winzi. At the same time, Eleand was apprehensive when he entered the temple. Winzi just tilted her head to the guards, and she guided him inside. The vast hall startled Eleand as they strolled. Six large blue chandeliers were hanging on the ceiling, the intricate details on the wall were painted in gold. At the center of the hall, there was a colossal statue of a woman made of ice. The sculpture held a lance. Maybe this was the representation of Fariyah.

he murmured, his tone low and trembling, “show me where the lost ones walk.” A sudden gust of cold air blew through the room, snuffing out half the candles. The rest burned blue. Zarreth’s heart gave a faint thud as he watched the Shaman’s body stiffen, his breathing slow. A faint shimmer began to swirl above the markings on the ground—first misty, then forming faint shapes. Zarreth took a slow step forward. “Do you see them?” he asked, his voice rough with impatience. The Shaman didn’t answer immediately. His hand lifted, trembling, pointing toward the mist. “There…” he rasped. “In the field… under the dying sun.”

I didn't expect to waltz in so easily, even if it was just to satiate my own budding curiosity. The smell of incense and burning candles filled the minimal space, rushing instantly to my head. His walls were decorated with various tapestries, all in the colours of the Nature Eclipse pack: burgundy, brown and white. It was far more rustic than the homes most of the pack lived in, which were more modern than you'd think, but it looked exactly how I envisioned it. "Come, please, sit," the Shaman stated, motioning to four chairs around a rectangular wooden table.

“Shall we find that shady merchant to begin?” Smirking, Charlie pointed to an old man guarding a large rusted gate. It was the only entrance into the Minotaur’s keep, and he was the only NPC around. Although Zen had seen the Shady Merchant loitering in some strange places, it was the first time the NPC was absent from a floor. “There is no Shady Merchant on this level,” the gambler explained. “He’s the one you should be talking to. Without those keys, there is no other way in.”