Chapter 265 The Whispering Shrine — Descendant of Lost History
Whosssh...!
The wild wind swept down from the valley, twisting and swirling between the rocks that formed the path to the Wind Shrine.
But this wind was no ordinary breeze.
It carried the whispers of the past.
Within the gusts, soft murmurs echoed like the voices of souls trapped in the currents of time, narrating forgotten tales of long-lost wizards and ancient powers—a historical tapestry woven from the threads of countless adventures. Each note, reminiscent of a handful of morning dew, held profound meaning that deeply touched the souls of Fitran and Rinoa with a compelling curiosity.
Fitran and Rinoa stood at the edge of a rocky hill. Before them, amid the imperfect shadows of the morning, stood the Wind Shrine.
The structure was simple, merely a formation of stones shaped into a T, supported by side pillars and surrounded by small rocks.
Yet behind its simplicity, the shrine was very much alive.
From within, a soft light flickered, sparkling like trapped stars caught in a cosmic dance. Each ray danced in rhythm with the wind, creating an enchanting illusion of movement that captured the imagination. Rinoa sensed a magical vibration in the air, a palpable energy, as if the shrine harbored thousands of secrets waiting to be unveiled, each one whispering the promise of ancient knowledge.
This space is a memory.
Ancient carvings tell the story of air magic and healing arts that have long since faded away.