Hall of Shadows

Indy strides through this narrow, twisting corridor deep within the ancient temple. Shadows veil walls and floor, pierced by Satipo's torch. Tarantulas spill from crevices onto Indy's jacket; he flicks them off with his whip and keeps moving. Stone niches hold relics Indy snatches, appraises in seconds, and pockets or drops. Satipo trails in rising panic as Indy slips in and out of view, the space amplifying their divide in nerve and skill amid arachnid threats and artifact lures.