The Puppet and the Master

A hidden sanctuary deep within an ancient temple, surrounded by crumbling statues and faded murals that whisper of forgotten gods. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows that dance across the stone walls, creating an atmosphere heavy with mystery and foreboding.

The air was thick with dust and age, the temple echoing with a silence that felt almost sentient, as if the ancient walls were holding their breath, waiting. The group moved cautiously, their steps reverberating softly off the stone floor, each footfall a reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

Clarissa’s eyes swept the room, her senses alert. It was too quiet, too empty. But they were here because of the message—the cryptic summons that had promised answers.