The first trap was almost invisible.

  Trini stopped mid-step. “Wait.”

  Rocky froze just as the floor tile ahead of him dropped away, revealing spinning stone blades beneath. The sudden movement triggered another mechanism—walls shifted, grinding loudly as spikes shot out where Rocky had been standing seconds earlier.

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  “Okay,” he said carefully. “I’m officially convinced this place hates us.”

  They moved slowly after that, testing every surface, reading the walls, trusting instinct over speed.

  The Putties didn’t.

  A thunderous crash echoed behind them—followed by an inhuman scream as one was crushed by falling stone. Another stumbled forward, missing an arm, sparks spraying from the severed limb.

  The temple judged all intruders equally.

  Only the careful survived.