The ground shook violently beneath our feet, the ancient stone walls of the temple groaning under the strain. Dust and debris filled the air as chunks of the ceiling began to break away, crashing to the ground with thunderous force. We had mere moments to react.
"Move! We have to get out of here!" I shouted, my voice barely cutting through the cacophony of crumbling stone.
Raven was already moving, her eyes sharp and focused, scouting the safest path through the chaos. Lyrion and Irene followed closely, their expressions grim but determined. The guide, his once-hidden agenda now glaringly apparent, watched us with an unsettling calmness.
"We can't leave the Orb behind," Raven insisted, her eyes flicking toward the darkly glowing artifact that rested ominously in the center of the chamber.
"But we also can't afford to get trapped in here!" Irene countered, her voice tinged with panic. "Jade, we need a decision!"
