Shrine Of Azura Location 소설 & 이야기

Azzura looked at her blue crystal ball on the table. All this time, she had been monitoring Lucia, the Appalachia Kingdom, and the Elfin Forest through the crystal ball. She lost the crystal ball during the war, but luckily she could find it again. "You haven't found Ferin and his subordinates yet?" Grace also looked at the blue crystal ball that didn't show any image "Not yet." Azzura sighed sharply. "About a hundred years ago, I discovered it exists, but its location keeps changing."

I saw Jade hanging unconscious from her seat, but Azura was nowhere to be seen. Getting off the ground, I looked around the area for any signs of a struggle. Not long after searching, I noticed a crimson patch of blood soaked into the ground. Lowering myself to a crouch, I swiped my fingers across the dirt before bringing it to my nose. I recognized the scent instantly. It was Azura’s blood I was smelling, but there was a strange scent mixed with it. I knew it to be a scent-masking spray since it was popular amongst the supernatural. Looking around the scene, I noticed that the dirt had been stirred as if Azura had been lifted.

Vera spoke up, cutting the thick layer of strain. “Ash Zay is the closest. The closest relic. After countless research, we were unable to locate their positions.” Kriss explained, holding his chin in pondering. “What’s its name?” Persephone asked, intrigued. “Ash Zay.” Kriss replied. “Great efforts.” Zen smirked emptily, shaking his head. “But, wasn’t it the forest which creates deceptions?” Vera asked, narrowing her eyes. “Yes, it is but it's the nearest and we only need to break one of them.” Azen added, praying for it to end as quickly as possible.

“Then don’t.” Kael rounded on him. “You nearly died protecting this pack. You don’t get to give up now.” Lucien closed his eyes. If dying meant she lived, he would welcome it. Seraphine reached the ruins at dawn. The shattered remnants of an old cathedral jutted from the earth like broken teeth, dark against the pale sky. Beneath it lay the hidden sanctuary of the Aegis warded, sealed, and bound by blood magic. The air thickened as she approached.

It carried the scent of forgotten fire—like Silorith’s last breath, twisted by something colder. Azriel stood slowly. His silhouette glowed, faint but sure. Kael rose beside him, already fastening his cloak. “Where?” Nael didn’t hesitate. “South. Toward the Cradle of Silence.” Azriel didn’t blink. His voice was quiet, but carved in stone. > “Then that’s where we go.”

But nothing. I wrapped my claws around his neck in a headlock. In one swift move, I snapped his neck and beheaded him. The next few attempts I made still gave me nothing about Zayden's location. I had already linked with Wren when the hair on my skin stood and Azalea snarled at the unmistakable aura of a first-order demon coming from the top floor. ‘He’s here!’ Azalea hissed, vibrating with an uncontrollable rage. ‘Asher! What's happening? Can you hear me?’ Wren's cold voice finally infringed in my mind as I opened another portal to the top floor.

“You ever feel like you’re the only one trying to outrun something that’s already inside you?” “Only every day,” she replied. He threw one final punch and let the bag swing wildly as he caught his breath. The skyline of Valencia glowed behind him, beautiful and indifferent. “She sent another signal,” he finally said. Alma’s stomach dropped. “What kind of signal?” Ezra turned. His eyes were haunted. “A location. But it’s not from this world.” Alma blinked. “Come again?” “She uploaded coordinates, deep ocean. Off the Azores. No satellite can reach it. The signal’s encrypted in tidal wave patterns.”

And yet he was furious that she had gone alone. Raya watched them both, then turned and reached for a map on the wall. “There’s a shrine,” she said, spreading it across the table. “To the south. Carved into the hills beneath the fortress. It’s sacred ground—long abandoned, rarely guarded. From there, you can get inside.” Reva stepped forward, scanning the aged parchment. The path was narrow, a ravine twisting through rocky cliffs and thorn-choked forests. The shrine was marked with a silver rune.

He had no idea where the shrine was and any of these structures could be it. The underground city seemed bigger than Zen thought it was. After using nearly fifty bottles of holy water, he had to stop by a clean water source to refill them and bless a new batch himself. Ping! After using the eightieth bottle of holy water on some random protruding carved stone, Zen finally received a notification to indicate his side quest was completed successfully. The little stone pillar happened to be the remains of Medusa’s shrine. It was located far from the underground city entrance towards the east. Zen heaved a sigh of relief. At least now, he could return to the village with peace of mind and inform

“I’m surviving.” Aaron smirked faintly, but there was no humor in it. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Luna.” “I’ve been playing dangerous games since the day I met both of you,” I shot back. “Now either help me or get out of my way.” For a moment, none of us spoke. The wind howled through the ruins, carrying the faint scent of rain and blood. Then Aaron exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “There’s an ancient shrine,” he said at last. “North of the forest. The last place where the Moon’s power touched the earth. If you want answers, that’s where you’ll find them.”