The temple loomed before us, a twisted, half-illusory thing, its vast gate pulsing in and out of existence like a mirage on the verge of breaking. Each time it shimmered, the outlines blurred, revealing glimpses of towering silhouettes behind it—columns, statues, possibly even archways that might not exist when we actually stepped through. Yet the overall impression remained consistent: an edifice born of fractured magic and raw malice, carved from the same meltdown that roiled through Kael'Thorne's decaying streets.