The journey to the Sunstone Temple was arduous. Leaving the familiar comfort of Lireo behind, the reinas and a small contingent of diwatas navigated treacherous mountain ranges and scorching deserts, guided solely by the cryptic information gleaned from the ancient scroll.
Pirena, accustomed to open battlefields, found the constant uncertainty frustrating. Amihan, however, reveled in the challenge, her curiosity piqued by the diverse landscapes and hidden wonders they encountered.
One sweltering afternoon, as they trudged through a seemingly endless desert, their path was blocked by a towering sandstorm. The winds howled like angry beasts, whipping sand into a blinding frenzy. Pirena, her fiery hair whipping in the wind, drew her sword, ready to face any danger.
"This storm is unnatural," Amihan observed, her voice barely audible above the roaring wind. "There must be a way to control it."
Cassiopeia, her eyes closed in concentration, raised a hand towards the sandstorm. Chanting in a long-forgotten tongue, she channeled the magic of the whispering crystals. Slowly, the storm began to subside, the sand swirling away to reveal a hidden entrance carved into the face of a towering cliff.
Inside, a maze of tunnels awaited them. Ancient murals depicting fiery battles and majestic sunbirds adorned the walls. As they ventured deeper, the air grew warmer, a gentle heat emanating from somewhere within the temple.
Finally, they emerged into a vast chamber bathed in a golden light. In the center, atop a plinth of obsidian, rested a sun-shaped
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Whispering Crystals
FantasyThe Whispering Crystals is a tale of rediscovering a lost past and forging a stronger future. When a mysterious portal opens, the reinas of Lireo encounter Cassiopeia, the legendary Sinaunang Hara of Encantadia. Her return unveils a forgotten histor...
