In the distance, enormous stone monoliths stood arranged in a perfect circle, their ancient surfaces weathered by time and carved with countless glowing runes.
The towering blocks radiated an oppressive, primordial aura that demanded reverence.
Strangely enough, the granite enclosure exuded a hallowed feeling.
At their centre lay a massive runic circle etched into the ground.
Intricate symbols spread outward in overlapping layers, pulsing faintly in sync with silver light.
For a moment, it seemed as though silver ichor was flowing through the ground, moving in sync with an invisible pulse.
Luke, the heartbeat of an unseen deity.
. Energy hummed through the air, low and resonant, causing the earth beneath their feet to tremble ever so slightly.
Without hesitation, Merlin strode forward.
His dark, long coat billowed behind him as he crossed the boundary of the formation, taking calm and measured footsteps despite the overwhelming pressure radiating from the circle.
