Temple of Doom, Part 2

To enter a haunted zone solo—especially one discovered in the underworld—was the kind of thing Sam might have once been hesitant to tackle. But now, having broken past his old limits, the eagerness for adventure was once again growing inside him.

“Apollo, light my way, and don’t let the darkness take me,” he whispered a short prayer to his patron. “And maybe help Sarah too… that would be awesome.”

He moved cautiously through the temple’s open entryway, taking care to check the corners in case something was waiting by the doors to jump out at him. However, despite the ominous atmosphere outside, the temple’s interior had an almost solemn air to it. As if it were still reminiscing its former purpose as a sanctuary for those who sought the gods in the days before it had been plagued by the taint of a gorgon’s envy.

“Any sign of horrors, Triple-A?”

[None so far.]