It was quite a long journey travelling from Bermuda Triangle to the deep forest of central America territory. They were nearing the ruined temple, it looked small from above but as they get closer to the location, the abandoned temple was getting bigger and bigger in sight. Arthinin landed on the ground with a thud, with Arthilis almost losing his grip. The God of Fire or better yet the former God, jumped from the back of his shape shifting Knight Angel, looking at the old temple in front of him with full interest. The Ifrits who guided them here, decided to leave them both on their next trouble.
“Lord Arthilis, we have to get back to Lucifer since our job escorting you here is done” said one of the Ifrit.
“Very well, thank you for your cooperation. Tell Lucifer I say thanks to him.”
“Will do, Lord Arthilis.” With that, the Ifrits flew back to the sky heading back from where they came before. Now it’s only both of them at this mysterious place and it’s up to them what to do next.
“This place is pretty big for a small box pretending to be a pyramid” said the Knight Angel.
“Arthinin I need to go inside. You won’t be following me.”
“Why not? It would be best for us to stay close. Besides I’m your guardian man! I mean My Lord!”
“Yes, that’s why I want you stay outside. You guard this outer area and make sure you check the surrounding perimeter. There could be traps, ambush or hidden evils waiting to kill its prey. I’m not that weak, I still have some of my God power.” The Knight Angel stayed quiet for a few moments and then answered his master.
“Alright, make sure to be careful. I can’t let you be hurt. I vowed to protect you. If there’s anything wrong with this place, I won’t hesitate to destroyed this temple and fly you out of this place.”
“Deal. You can do that.”
Arthilis went up the concrete stairs toward the top most of the temple. The only way in was from the top, where the Mayans made an opened entrance that looked like a well or a mining elevator where you go deep down in the dark to the bottom. Only difference, there was no elevator or stairs or even rope to go down. Your only choice was to jump from the top and prayed that once you landed down below, your legs were not broken. But to Arthilis, it doesn’t even bothered him. He jumped down and landed in style, like a superhero landing. The ground below him cracked, his Godly power held him steady, no ruptured bones, but a destroyed landscape. The cracked from his landing spread to the walls of the temple and even Arthinin, the Knight Angel felt the impact outside the temple. The dusts from the temple swirling around the temple as they fall down from the old tattered concrete.
The bottom of the temple was dark, but Arthilis could see clearly as he has an x-ray vision to help him see things in the dark. But he decided not to waste his energy by activating his enhanced vision. Instead, he saw an old wooden stick lying about the ground where they used to light fire on it. He picked it up and light it with the touch of his finger, as if the finger was a modern day lighter. After all, he’s The God of Fire. Arthilis sensed something sneaky around him, something slow but at times whispering to one another. The walls were mostly covered by this strange looking plants, colored in black with long vines and countless thorns. As Arthilis looked closer, those plants were actually alive and they were coming closer toward The God himself.