Vine-Covered Landing

Thick vines drape a narrow stairway landing deep in the crumbling Peruvian temple, their tendrils snaking over weathered stone amid rumbling collapses and distant trap clicks. Satipo bursts through in panicked flight after dropping Indy's whip, brushing foliage aside as he races toward doom. Indy follows moments later, heart pounding, navigating the humid, shadowed overgrowth where betrayal lingers in the air and every step risks ancient pitfalls.