Escape from the Temple

The moment the temple began to shudder and quake, the urgency of our situation sank in like a cold dagger to the heart. We had to move, and fast. The relics and inscriptions around us trembled as if they, too, felt the impending doom.

“Go, go!” I shouted over the cacophony of crumbling stone and the groans of ancient beams straining under the shifting weight.

Marcus took the lead, his eyes sharp and focused, as he navigated the treacherous path back through the labyrinthine corridors. Felix was beside him, murmuring incantations under his breath, his hands glowing faintly as he manipulated the magic around us to stabilize the ground and deflect falling debris.

“Keep close, everyone!” Marcus yelled, his voice a lifeline in the chaos. “This way, follow my lead!”