The Temple Of Grief

All of them except Eagle walking down the area of Grief, with with their weapons looking at a huge building:

"What the f*ck is that now?"

"It's the Somnath Temple. The very place Grief bows down to his God?"

"False God!"

"How do we get in?"

"Huge amount of dark energy is trapped in the very smoky and burned walls of the temple."

"So what?"

"Have you never been through one single book in your entire life. The walls, you touch them, you will burn down to ashes."

"But we are made of fire."

"Humans are made of sand, so what, we are also buried in the sand. If someone picks a huge brick made of sand and throws at me while I am asleep, I'll die or be skipping work for several weeks."

"But last time I read about the Somnath, it was demolished by the legend, what was his name?"

"Mehmud Ghaznavi!"

"Wow, your accent sucks and secondly, I mean at least you know something."

"Alright, so? What do we do now, wait here until he gets out or we are gonna knock?"

Neel turns out her sword with a leaf of some mystical tree. Starts writing on her sword something with quite determination.

"Is she a sorcerer too?"

"I am not a sorcerer and I don't think she is one....."

"My sword is was gifted by my husband! He used to recite Quranic surahs very often, so much that his throat went off and he died by nerve rupture."

"Well, good to know...."

"Rabbit!!"

"Which surah is that? And what are you up to?"

"It's Surah Naas!"

"Well so....just make it quick please, whatever you are up to...."

Neel raises her sword reciting the ver surah she write putting the leaf back in her hijab inner pocket moving forward touching a wall of the temple.

"Recite Bismillah!"

Said Samos, not in his senses as she tries again with Bismillah and the walls start getting turned to ashes and only a big idol made of gold was now visible.

"AAAA!!!!"