Enel stepped further into the cave, his sharp gaze scanning the space. The air inside was thick with an energy unlike anything he had felt before. It wasn't just the absence of death—it was history itself lingering in the walls. The scent of damp stone mixed with something else, something old yet untouched by time.
The walls, though lined with thin strips of magic, still bore the weight of an ancient presence. There were no signs of recent habitation, yet the air wasn't stale. Someone—or something—had ensured this place remained preserved.
Naamah moved ahead, her steps unhurried but precise.
"This place…" Enel murmured, running his fingers along the carved stone, feeling the faint hum of preserved essence. "Why bring me here?"
Naamah glanced back at him, her expression unreadable. "Because you need to understand who you're up against. Or at least what they are capable of doing?"
