The ruined courtyard gave way to an ancient hall, its entrance framed by crumbling stone dragons.
Kane stepped over the threshold, careful not to disturb the silence. Dust motes danced in shafts of light slicing through the damaged ceiling.
"This place has seen better centuries," Kane whispered, his voice echoing despite his attempt at quiet.
Broken idols lined the walls—shattered stone figures with missing limbs and faceless heads. Some resembled animals; others, humanoid spirits with wings and claws.
Cyrus moved silently ahead, his fingers tracing the faded inscriptions.
"These date back to the First Spirit War."
Kane's attention shifted to the elaborate murals stretching across the curved walls.
Although the murals were faded and cracked, their story remained visible, depicting spirits of all kinds gathering around a central figure who was holding what appeared to be a chalice.
"Is that it? The Midnight Chalice?" Kane pointed to the painted vessel.
