Alex and the others moved forward through the ruined garden, heading toward the massive temple gates.
Suddenly—
The spirits went wild.
The twisted souls that had been lazily circling the temple surged toward them all at once—hovering around them, swirling overhead. Their distorted faces twisted with agony and hatred, their whispers brushing against the group's ears—unintelligible, yet heavy with emotion.
Kaelith, Remus, Camilla, and James gulped.
The air grew colder.
Heavier.
Just then, Elina, Arif, and Roman followed behind them at a measured pace.
"These are the souls of those who tried to claim the legacy," Elina said calmly, adjusting her glasses. "But met their untimely deaths."
Alex glanced back at her.
"Looks like you know quite a lot about this place," he said.
Elina adjusted her glasses again.
"I make it a habit to be prepared before walking into dangerous situations," she replied.
Alex tilted his head slightly.
"What else do you know?"
