The days following the battle were a blur of recovery and reflection. Drex knew that the Alpha's defeat was only the beginning. The real war was yet to come.
It was on the fifth night after the storm that he finally made his way into the heart of Amon. The sanctuary had been sealed for centuries, but the energies that had once kept it locked away were weakening. Drex could feel it in his bones—something was calling him.
Korrak stood at the entrance, his eyes wary, but Drex knew this was something they had to face together. The Heart of Amon was not just a place of power—it was a symbol of everything they had lost.
"Let's go," Drex said, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that gnawed at him. "It's time to see what lies within."
Together, they stepped into the shadows of the ancient sanctuary, knowing that whatever lay ahead would change everything.