The landscape was serene as they rode, sunlight bathing the hills in a warm glow. James was unusually quiet, lost in thought. Amara felt the urge to inquire about his worries but struggled to find the right words. Upon arriving at the chapel, the ruins exuded a haunting beauty. Vines clung to the decaying stone, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of moss.
Inside, they discovered an inscription etched into the altar: The Gateway of Time connects not only worlds but also hearts. To cross, one must relinquish what they cherish most. Amara felt a tightness in her chest. "What does this signify?" James shook his head, his expression grim. "It means we're in deeper trouble than I realized."