Erend and Eccar were still amidst the wreckage of shattered golems when a wave of unnatural and cold Magic hit them, brushing across their senses like the whisper of something ancient and wrong. It came from the direction of the temple.
They froze briefly, both instinctively lifting their heads toward that stone structure, its towering form now glowing faintly with the strange black and green hue that curled like poisoned smoke.
"I don't like that," Eccar muttered under his breath. He didn't know what it was but everything in his blood screamed warning.
It was the moment when deep within the temple, the shadow of the Forest God appeared before the adventurers. But Eccar and Erend didn't know that.
Eccar clenched his fists. The adventurers—they were strong, but not that strong. He was the one who had told them to go in there. But now…
