The deeper they went into the sanctuary, the heavier the air became. The walls were covered in ancient runes, etched with the stories of tamers long forgotten. Drex could feel the weight of their gazes on him, as if the very spirits of the past were watching his every move.
Korrak growled softly, the only sound in the eerie silence. Drex reached out, brushing his hand against the cold stone, and felt a surge of power. This was it—the source of the old magic, the key to everything.
But as he stepped forward, a voice echoed in his mind, a voice that had been lost to time.
"You are not ready, Tamer."