We found the Altar, and though I tried to stay calm, my nerves were on edge.
Quinn kept stealing glances at me, while Celine remained alert, scanning our surroundings.
Our experiences warned us that something terrible might appear, but this time, nothing happened.
I pretended to casually examine the inscriptions on the pedestal, topped with a massive lunar disk.
Quinn brushed away vines and withered plants, pretending to take notes.
We couldn't communicate openly with Aldric standing so close, positioned right between Quinn and me.
That man was absurdly possessive.
I quickly memorized the intricate words.
They were complex, and I couldn't fully grasp their meaning.
There didn't seem to be more of the story just descriptions of tasks to come.
I turned away as if uninterested.
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