As Grace and Carter ventured deeper into the temple, the luminescent corals guiding their path began to dwindle, plunging them into an unsettling darkness. The air grew thick with an ancient, musty scent, and the only sound was the echoing of their footsteps against the stone floor.
Suddenly, they found themselves facing a seemingly impassable barrier. A wall of boiling water, churning and frothing with an unnatural heat, blocked their path. The steam rising from the surface was so thick, it was almost suffocating.
Grace approached the barrier cautiously, feeling the intense heat emanating from the water. She glanced at Carter, who was studying the obstacle with a furrowed brow.
An idea struck her. Closing her eyes, she focused her energy and whispered, "Sρԋҽɾαҽ." A small, translucent bubble formed in her palm, shimmering in the dim light of the temple.
