Chapter 266 The Covenant of Four Goddesses
The wind at the Wind Shrine whispers softly.
Ancient stones, witnesses to the unveiling of hieroglyphic secrets, seem to breathe in harmony with time, showcasing a rough texture and a mysterious aura that surrounds them, reflecting an age steeped in myth and history.
Around them, faint shadows of ancient priests appear to linger, as if safeguarding this sacred place with a tranquility and wisdom that remains timeless. The whispers of the wind carry the echoes of forgotten mantras, reciting untold tales of spiritual journeys and awakening memories hidden in the deepest recesses of the human experience.
Fitran and Rinoa stand close together.
Below them, the corridors of wind have ceased their howling, creating a serene atmosphere filled only with the fragrant aroma of this sacred ground, reminiscent of storied rituals long past.
However, this tranquility is fleeting, like morning dew that will soon evaporate under the sun.
The mystic scent of long-prepared potions fills the air and stirs memories of rituals once held on this land, resonating deep within Rinoa's soul. In Rinoa's eyes, the light shimmers, creating the illusion of a pale moonlight shining through the dark night, igniting dormant hope.
The Canopic Jar in Rinoa's hand trembled.
Once. Then twice, a movement signaling a resurrection.
No longer just an artifact; it possessed a soul and a story.
It is a gateway to consciousness.