As dawn painted the horizon with hues of gold and rose, doubt settled heavy upon our hearts. Swamy's revelation had shattered the foundation of our quest. The Dharma-Prasth, a place that had once stood as a beacon of hope, now lay hidden beneath the unforgiving depths of the Himantura.
Svāhā, his face etched with concern, tried to console Swamy, but her spirit had been wounded. The weight of betrayal hung in the air, a bitter taste that lingered on our tongues.
"We cannot lose hope," I urged, my voice echoing through the chamber. "There must be another way, another path to find the amulet and restore balance to our realm."
Sebastian, always the voice of reason, studied the journal intently. "Perhaps there are clues we've overlooked, hidden within these pages. We must comb through every
