Vines clutch the temple’s cracked facade, while the jungle’s symphony is hushed, as if anticipating something monumental. Children peek from behind woven baskets, their eyes darting toward the temple gates. Vendors exchange nervous glances, voices low as incense smoke curls lazily between them. Every face reflects the tension of a day when fate may be disrupted.
Tiger Sorcerer moves with ethereal grace, each step scattering tiny golden sparks that fade into the ground. The cultists fan out, their voices weaving a hypnotic melody that soothes the anxious crowd. As the procession sweeps through the main avenue, the townsfolk bow with a mix of reverence and dread, hoping not to catch the sorcerer’s gaze.
One young woman, Lina, stands apart, her posture betraying curiosity and fear. The cultists encircle the crowd, their chants growing softer. Magical ripples shimmer across the tiger’s fur, and the very stones beneath his paws pulse faintly. Whispers dart from ear to ear: who will be chosen as the next page turner?
Lina[/@ch_2], who tries to shrink away, but the crowd parts, guiding her forward. A cultist steps before her, his voice suddenly resonant—deep and commanding, imbued by the tiger’s magic.]
"Lina, you have been seen,"
"Why me? I… I’m just a scribe,"
"Your intuition weaves through the unseen. The temple’s knowledge must be turned by hands that respect the unknown,"
Lina trembles, but her eyes shine with a reluctant hope. The cultists bow, their reverence palpable, as the townsfolk watch with awe and silent envy.
Lina[/@ch_2]. Magical sparks spiral upward, casting shifting patterns on the ground. The temple’s doors swing open, swallowing the chosen pair in golden light.]
"Come. The next chapter awaits,"
"I am ready… I think,"
A hush falls over the town as the procession disappears. Behind, the townsfolk exhale in relief and anticipation, knowing the temple’s mysteries will soon be revealed anew.
Children whisper about the tiger’s power and Lina’s destiny. Elders gather, pondering the meaning of omens in the morning mist. Somewhere deep within the temple, magical lights flicker, hinting at trials yet to come.
