It looked small, quiet, and utterly out of place in the forest, like a relic waiting to be stumbled upon.
After finding nothing wrong with the place, Noctis approached the temple to take a closer look.
Be it the strange silvery hue on the deep black stone material that the temple was made up of or the lifelike carvings, some crude, some extremely polished and clean, everything about the temple has a certain aura.
As he came closer to the temple, he also noticed something that made him stop immediately before reaching the temple's arm's-length distance.
The strange languages etched on the pillars were unmistakable. It was the same language that he had encountered in the forest.
Despite the encouraging encounter the previous time he had come across this, he wasn't willing to take chances with it here.
Not with the 50% chance of him going missing again just weeks after returning from the previous one.
While he was focusing on the rune language, he noticed something else.
