"We should hurry to their side," said Lina.
Hearing her, Ling Yan turned to the elder, who gave a solemn nod. "We should listen to her. In the realms of awareness, she has gone far beyond me."
Ling Yan didn't waste a second. She turned to her commander.
"Prepare the troops. We move now," she ordered.
Her soldiers, well-trained and quick to follow orders, immediately sprang into action.
The white-armored battalion and Ling Yan's elite force fell into line. Together, they approached the grand entrance of the temple.
The towering gates stood before them, an imposing structure of obsidian stone. The doors were massive, wide enough to allow the two armies to enter side by side.
As if the temple itself had sensed their approach, the gates slowly creaked open.
The soldiers stood prepared, weapons ready, eyes scanning for any sign of danger. With a decisive command, the two armies began their march, forming a protective formation as they crossed the threshold of the temple.
