[AN: Music Recommendation: Warrior Rhythm by Primal Shaman]
Golden light splintered through the darkness as the rock rolled away. Nova squinted and shielded her eyes with her hand against the blinding sun. Yoa stepped outside, eyes scanning their surroundings, the silence was suffocating, deadly as he carried Nova forward. His steps were cautious, quiet, especially for a man of his stature, and also incredibly lethal to those he hunts.
The wind picked up, howling through the Sacred Lands, the grounds alive and aware of their presence. A dense mist clung to the totems and foliage, the humid air thick with the scent of damp earth, wild orchids, and salt from the nearby ocean. They passed the statues, and gradually, the noise of the forest hummed back to life. Birds chirped sporadically, their songs weaving through the stillness as sunlight filtered through the towering palm fronds and dense canopy.
