The temple was no longer a dangerous lair. It was just an ancient, empty ruin. They walked out of the central chamber and back into the maze of curving, green-stone corridors. This time, the journey was different.
Emma, with her newly evolved senses, could now feel the faint, residual psychic energy in the temple. The echoes of the past were no longer a chaotic, overwhelming storm. They were a quiet, ordered library.
She could sense the faint, psychic trail her mother had left behind a decade ago, a thread of golden light that only she could see, leading them through the most secret parts of the temple.
She took the lead with a new confidence. She was no longer just following a map. She was following a ghost, a loving memory left behind to guide her home.
The path she led them on was not the one they had used to enter. It was a hidden route, a series of unmarked walls that slid open with a gentle push of her new psychic power.
