[KHAR'SETH – 11 PM]
The city slept.
Empty streets. Dark windows. Only the sound of the night wind dragging sand.
The temperature had dropped drastically—from 40 degrees during the day to nearly 15 at night.
Extreme desert climate.
Alex, Raven, and Emily left the inn silently.
Dressed in dark clothing. Weapons hidden under cloaks.
Grim in his small form—80cm, hidden in Alex's backpack.
"Ready?" Alex whispered.
"Ready," Raven and Emily replied.
They began walking toward the outskirts.
A full moon shone above—providing enough light to navigate but creating deep shadows.
Perfect for hiding.
Thirty minutes later—they neared the temple.
They stopped 100 meters away.
Watching.
The building was… illuminated.
Not normal lights.
A pale green glow emanating from the windows.
Unnatural. Sickly.
"That's not standard lighting," Raven murmured.
"No," Alex agreed. "It's magic."
"What kind?"
"Dark," Grim replied from the backpack. "Very. Dark. Twisted."
