The flickering glow of abyssal flames cast shifting shadows across the vast chamber, illuminating the towering statues of Riven's generals and Velmorian in eerie, ever-moving light.
Elara turned to him, her violet eyes gleaming with something akin to reverence as she gestured toward the statues. "This temple was built after the fall of the Shadow Kingdom," she said, her voice filled with something close to awe. "A sanctuary for those who still walked the path of necromancy—a place where they could practice their craft without fear of persecution."
Riven tilted his head slightly, his smirk hidden behind a mask of casual intrigue. "A secret society of necromancers hiding inside the Solis Kingdom itself?" His voice was smooth, but there was a hint of amusement beneath it. "How… rebellious."
