Adventure of the lost temple of zorath

The archives were silent, save for the soft rustling of pages. Dr. Evelyn Carter’s fingers traced the brittle parchment of a 17th-century explorer’s journal. The lamplight flickered, casting long shadows across the cramped study room.

"Beyond the River of Shadows, where the jaguar sleeps, lies the path to Zorath. He who holds the Eye shall command the storm itself."

Evelyn’s breath hitched. This was it. The Temple of Zorath—a legend dismissed as myth—was real.

She carefully peeled back the journal’s spine, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside lay a fragment of an ancient map, its edges charred but still legible. The ink depicted winding rivers, jagged mountains, and a single ominous marking: a temple crowned by a storm.