The Calling of Feathers

As the doorway to the mysterious chamber opened before them, Art and Asura were immediately hit with a powerful aura. The energy that filled the room was unlike anything they had encountered before—dense, heavy, and magnetic, pulling them in. It was as though the very air was alive.

“This place…” Art muttered, his voice barely rising above a whisper. His words trailed off, lost in the overwhelming sense of wonder.

Asura shot him a knowing look, her eyes bright with anticipation but tempered by caution. “We’ve come this far. We should find out what lies ahead.”

Stepping cautiously, they crossed the threshold into the room.