[Lior's POV — Temple of Morvael — Northern Corridor]
The sound of my footsteps echoed too loudly in the corridor.
At first, I tried to walk slowly and carefully, but the silence of the temple pressed against my ears until even my breathing sounded suspicious. The white stone hallways stretched endlessly in every direction, twisting around pillars and arches that all looked identical.
No voices followed me, no footsteps chased me, and no one called my name.
For the first time since arriving at this territory, I was completely alone. So I rushed...to look for a door. My heart began pounding harder than I expected. I forced myself to move. The corridor curved ahead, the carvings along the walls catching my attention as I walked.
Wolves appeared again and again in the stone, their bodies twisted in different poses—running, hunting, and standing over fallen enemies. Some carvings were so old the edges had worn smooth beneath centuries of cold air and snow.
