Mines Beneath the Temple of Death

Twisting underground tunnels beneath the Temple of Death echo with pickaxe strikes and child slaves' labored breaths as they unearth Sankara Stones. The Fat Guard's whip cracks across emaciated backs, driving the hypnotized workers through dust-choked passages. A sudden lava vein scorches the guard, his eyes clearing from the cult's yellow glow—pain breaks the spell. Short Round seizes this revelation, dodging chains and guards to scramble up ladders and ropes, racing through unstable shafts toward the altar above amid rumbling rock and desperate cries.