The group exited the trial chamber, their breathing labored from the intense battle with the spectral warriors. The passage ahead twisted deeper into the ancient temple, the air growing heavier with each step. The oppressive energy seemed to have a heartbeat of its own, pulsing faintly through the walls.
James wiped the sweat from his brow, glancing at Nyla, who strode beside him with a smirk that belied her exhaustion. "You really enjoy throwing yourself into danger, don't you?"
She flicked her tail and winked. "It's more fun than sitting on a throne. Besides, you seem to appreciate having me around."
Before James could respond, Sasha interrupted, her voice firm but tinged with concern. "This temple isn't done with us yet. That seal might have weakened the Pharaoh's hold, but it didn't break it."
"Agreed," Yori added, clutching her staff. "I can feel the darkness growing stronger the deeper we go. He knows we're here."