Ghi'or (7)

POP!

Two people apparate in the middle of the night at the gates of the temple. Aryan and Polina study the temple of Ghi’or which is standing majestically, the peak on it twinkling under the dim moonlight.

“The spells are too powerful,” Aryan murmurs. “But something is strange.”

“What is stranger than the spells?” Polina frowns.

“There are no guards.”

Polina reflects on his words and realizes that Aryan is right; there are no guards. The temple is supposed to be shrouded in secrecy and mystique. Surely, there should have been protectors or guards around it and yet, there is no one. Aryan sniffs the air.

“I smell…death,” he whispers. “People have died here, recently as well. I can smell blood which has been wiped. I can feel their souls under my feet…”

Polina shudders at the thought. Aryan can sense death in a way others cannot. As a vampire who lives on the blood of the dead, he knows when a person is dying or dead. He can even tell the time of death.

“The monks,” Polina gasp