The Artifact

The torches lining the walls of the inner sanctum flickered as Adrian, Elena, and Theo stepped cautiously inside. The air was thick with the scent of ancient stone and the weight of countless secrets. At the center of the chamber, a pedestal held a small, ornate box—its surface etched with runes that seemed to pulse with an inner light.

“What do you think it is?” Elena whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

Theo adjusted his glasses, peering at the runes. “It’s an artifact of immense power. The markings suggest it was crafted by the original guardians of this temple.”

Adrian approached the pedestal, his heart pounding. “Only one way to find out.” He reached out and lifted the box, feeling a strange warmth emanate from it.

As he opened the box, a blinding light filled the chamber, forcing them to shield their eyes. When the light faded, an intricately designed amulet lay within, its center holding a