The Primal Hall—the heart of the Four Halls—stood at the very center of the entire sacred complex, and despite being the most revered, it was also the smallest and most unassuming.
Surrounded on all sides by the grandeur of the Novice, Profound, and Supreme Halls, this hall did not boast mighty pillars or ornate carvings. Instead, it was quiet, ancient, and still.
There was only one door leading into it—an archaic slab of stone so old it seemed it would crumble to dust at the slightest touch.
Its surface was worn and cracked, the inscriptions upon it eroded by the weight of countless millennia. There was no glowing aura, no intimidating presence, no divine pressure.
It simply was—like a forgotten relic of a time even the heavens themselves had stopped remembering.
