Tests of the Underworld

The ruins of the dark temple seemed to stretch endlessly, like an enigmatic labyrinth of shadows and ancient memories. Elysiel and Seraphis advanced in silence, both aware that this place was much more than just stone and shadows. The walls seemed to pulse with an intense, dark energy, as if the very underworld were watching them, testing them with every step.

They walked for several minutes, examining symbols and cryptic inscriptions covering the walls. Seraphis tried to decipher the text, but the complexity and age of the inscriptions made reading difficult. Elysiel felt a chill as she touched one of the pillars; it was as if the very air was charged with memories and secrets.

— This place is like a prison of ancient memories, — Elysiel commented, her voice soft and reverent.

Seraphis nodded, his eyes fixed on one of the inscriptions he was examining.