The temple's interior was a crumbling shell of its former glory. Cracked stone pillars loomed like broken teeth, and faded murals of long-forgotten deities peeled off the walls like dead skin.
The air was thick with dust and something far worse—corrupted divine energy. The once-holy ground was no longer sacred.
The only thing keeping the structure from falling into ruin were the etched ruins carved into its bones, glowing with unstable mana.
Kyle's boots echoed softly as he stepped into the space, his movements calculated and precise.
He could feel the misaligned flow of divine and arcane forces—the result of time, neglect, and poor ruin maintenance.
This place wasn't just abandoned; it had been left to rot.
Kyle reached out, spreading his mana thin like a web, sensing the layered traps and mana disruptions scattered across the floor.
A shallow smirk crossed his face.
"Sloppy work. All bark, no bite."
He murmured.
