EMRYSA

Chapter Six

With the break of dawn, the contestants were summoned to the grand castle hall, where the fourth round of the contest awaited them. The hall buzzed with anticipation, though the crowd appeared slightly smaller than in the previous three rounds.

Taking his place upon the majestic throne was Baltimore. Seated beside him in an ornate armchair was King Johnwick of Chamelor. Their eyes were fixed on Gaius as he made his way towards the leaders of the three remaining teams: Team Lilimar, Team Borra, and Team Ciara. Clasped in his hands were three carefully sealed scrolls.

The team leaders chose their respective scrolls, their hands trembling with anticipation. Baltimore, rising from his throne, took center stage to unveil the challenges that lay ahead for the contestants and their teams in the fourth round.

"In this pivotal stage of the contest," Baltimore's voice resonated throughout the hall, "the three teams shall embark on a journey to the sacred temples inscribed upon these scrolls. Your task is to retrieve a precious coin from each temple, for it is this token that shall grant you passage into the coveted final round. Time is of the essence, as you have three days to accomplish this feat. The hourglass shall be turned in thirty minutes, marking the commencement of your quest."

The room filled with a mix of excitement and determination as the teams absorbed the weight of their mission, their minds already racing with strategies to conquer the challenges that awaited them.

The teams kept the temple they pick to themselves. Ciara had picked The Hidden temple of Asmorphius.

The Hidden Temple of Asmorphius stood in solitude, concealed amidst the dense foliage of Roothallow Forest. Legends spoke of its enigmatic nature, as one ventured deeper into the forest, whispers of dead, forgotten adventurers could be heard, carried by the gentle breeze that danced through the trees.

The temple itself was a marvel of architectural splendor, its weathered stone walls adorned with intricate carvings depicting mystical symbols. Moss-covered steps led to a grand entrance, guarded by stone statues of the temple guardians, Antlions, frozen in eternal vigilance.

They stood there, their gazes fixed on the majestic temple before them. Since their arrival at Roothallow Forest, an air of unease had settled over them, casting a shadow of uncertainty. Prudy, unable to contain her curiosity, broke the silence with a question, her eyes fixated on the peculiar statues adorning the temple's entrance. "What are those things? I mean the statues, what are they?"

"Antlions," Ciara answered, "Those who have woken them from their frozen slumber have met a tragic fate, leaving no survivors to recount their encounters. Or so it says in the book I read."

As the team prepared themselves for the imminent venture into the temple, Warwick voiced his concerns, his brows furrowing with a mixture of caution and a bit of fear. "Should we be aware of any specific warnings before we enter? Like with Hefza or the Sea of Abalor?" His eyes searched for reassurance from Mordecai.

"We will have to face the dangers how they come. Watch your steps so that you do not trigger any booby traps," Ciara said, "We will probably split up eventually so keep your magi-slate working."

The team exchanged glances. Together, they took a collective breath and crossed the threshold into the temple's hallowed halls.

Inside, the temple exuded an ethereal ambiance, with shafts of sunlight filtering through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the ancient floor. The air was heavy with an otherworldly energy, a palpable sense of anticipation that sent shivers down the spine.

Passageways branched off in all directions, winding deeper into the heart of the temple. Each turn revealed hidden chambers, illuminated by flickering torches that danced with a mystical flame. Runes etched into the walls whispered ancient secrets, teasing those who sought the temple's treasures.