They stood frozen on the hill, wind brushing past their faces. Their eyes locked on the transformed temple.
What had once been a forgotten ruin swallowed by time was now something entirely different. It turned into a vast and structured building which also alive with strange Magic power.
A wide courtyard spread out before the temple like a basin, paved with ancient stone that shimmered with green veins of light.
Towering pillars that twisted and etched with runes none of them recognized rose like silent sentinels along the perimeter. Their tops were jagged and broken but somehow they still stood tall against the cloudy sky.
And then there were those.
Fifty stone figures stood in perfect formation across the courtyard. They were massive golems that sculpted from dark granite and inlaid with glowing green lines along their arms, torsos, heads and eyes.
