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The area near the cave held plenty of Horned Rabbits amidst the trees, veiled from sight to someone who was focusing more on moving than on looking for them. However, after not too brief a period of Shiba's running, the landscape seemed to change slightly, the density of the forest petering out with each step. Though, in his haste, he had failed to come across even a single Horned Rabbit thus far, at least the previous area seemed like they were present if he elected to look. The area he was now in, though...it felt...empty, desolate, separated from the rest of the forest.

In the back of his mind, something whispered to him in a sense beyond sight. A sense of unease hung in the air, the feeling of some transcendent wrongness filling the expanse.

Before Shiba, following a slight upward incline in the ground and resting atop a small hill, was a stone structure made of a polished white. Even though it was obviously abandoned, from the grand doors that depicted various events of human lore to the pillars that held the structure up, it could be called nothing short of immaculate. It was a temple of some sort, an abandoned place of worship for humans. Perhaps this was what the Matron had been referring to?

There were no signs of life, save for Shiba. No movement, no breathing, no sounds, no heat. It was simply him, the air of wrongness, and the closed doors of the temple.