Queen Zephyra and the elite Amazarak warriors finally arrived at the sacred site.
The heavy stone doors opened with a deep rumble, revealing a vast chamber—ancient, solemn, and filled with quiet power.
Kenjirou's eyes widened as he stepped inside.
There, towering above them all, stood a colossal statue of the Amazarak Goddess. Her stony gaze looked down with both serenity and authority, arms stretched wide in eternal embrace.
At the heart of the chamber lay a carved stone pedestal. Upon it, a glowing crystal pulsed softly, as if alive. The entire hall was shaped like a grand temple, a place of reverence and power—its air thick with lingering magic.
Zephyra moved forward with calm grace and settled into a seat prepared by her attendants—an ornate throne-like chair draped in dark violet cloth and golden embroidery.
She crossed one leg over the other and gazed at Kenjirou with a cool smile.
"Kenjirou..."
He turned to her instantly. "Yes, my love?"
