The Inner Sanctum no longer resembled the sacred chamber it once had been.
What had stood for centuries as a place of silence, sealed power, and ancient mystery had now been reduced to a battlefield scarred by violence. The air itself trembled under the lingering heat of crimson flames and the sharp remnants of silver energy. Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the once-pristine stone platform, each fracture telling the story of a clash far beyond ordinary strength.
Fragments of broken pillars lay scattered across the chamber, some still smoldering from the intense heat. Ancient runes carved into the walls flickered weakly, their glow unstable—as if even they were struggling to withstand the force that had erupted within this place.
At the center of it all lay the silver wolf.
