Chapter 51: The Forgotten City

The air was thick with mystery as Ronon and his companions approached the outskirts of the ancient city. It had been lost to time, hidden beneath layers of myth and dust. Now, with the knowledge they had gathered, they were the first to set foot in The Forgotten City in centuries.

The crumbling ruins stretched out before them, swallowed by the creeping vines of the forest and eroded by years of neglect. Despite its dilapidated state, there was an undeniable energy in the air—a sense of something powerful lingering just beneath the surface.

"This place… it's older than anything we've seen," Jorin murmured, his voice tinged with awe. "What kind of knowledge did they bury here?"

Ronon remained silent, his eyes scanning the remains of buildings long overtaken by nature. He could feel it too—there was something about this place that called to him. The city held secrets, ones that could turn the tide in their fight against the Circle of Shadows, but also great dangers.

"We need to be careful," Thalia warned. "There's no telling what traps or guardians may still remain."

As they ventured deeper into the city, the group found themselves at the foot of a towering temple, its stone doors still intact despite the decay around it. The symbols carved into the stone were unfamiliar, but Ronon could sense the ancient magic that pulsed within the structure.

"This is it," Ronon said, his voice steady. "Whatever power lies within, it's been waiting for us."

Thalia gave a cautious nod. "Let's hope it's a power we can control."

With a deep breath, Ronon pushed the doors open, the ancient stone groaning in protest. The forgotten city had awoken, and with it, the first steps toward a greater destiny.