The Nahara climbed the stone steps one by one, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She wasn’t afraid, but a deep unease gnawed at her, unsure of what exactly awaited them above.

She climbed for what felt like endless minutes. How high was this place?

At last, the narrow, dark staircase led her into a massive, dimly lit chamber.

Aysling raised her hand, and the torches along the walls ignited instantly, flooding the room with a warm glow that revealed enormous murals painted across the stone walls.

At the center of the chamber, a towering golden obelisk stretched all the way to the high-domed ceiling. Ancient carvings and runes adorned its entire surface, pulsating faintly with old magic.

"Azura, is this…?" Aysling asked, her gaze drawn to the murals. Once vibrant and colorful, they were now faded, dulled with time, the images barely visible.

"It seems connected to what my mother told us," Azura responded, his voice calm but alert.

Aysling reached out, pressing her hand gently to t