The hidden temple was cloaked in a silence that pressed against Vikram Das's ears like an invisible storm.
He stood still for a long moment, then began moving carefully, methodically—searching every corner of the vast cavern, determined to find where the Heavenly Purifying Absorption Technique might be hidden.
Thirty minutes passed.
He ran his hands along the stone walls, checked behind the pillars, even circled the base of the great statue—but it was useless.
The guardian dagger floated unyielding near the golden egg, watching him coldly.
Any attempt to get closer to the statue's core was immediately met with a flash of its sharpened edge, forcing Vikram to retreat.
Frustration gnawed at his mind.
"Did I miss something?" he muttered, pacing back to the same invisible line where the dagger had stopped him earlier.
"There must be something here. It can't just end like this. Where did they hide the technique?"
No manuals.
No inscriptions.
No hidden compartments.
