The journey through the canyon was both grueling and surreal. The air grew colder with each passing hour, and the path became steeper and more treacherous. The ancient magic that guided them seemed to twist reality around them, warping their senses. What seemed like a straight path would suddenly curve, and distant sounds echoed unnaturally, as though the canyon itself was playing tricks on their minds.
Ethan led the way, his resolve firm despite the disorienting environment. The Heart of the Temple pulsed within him, its energy guiding his steps. Every now and then, he would feel a faint tug in a particular direction, and he would adjust their course accordingly. Morgana, Alex, and Rami followed closely behind, trusting Ethan's instincts even as the landscape around them grew stranger and more hostile.