"...Anyway, let's first take a look inside that temple."
Ivan suppressed the urge to complain about Andrew, took a deep breath, and said.
"Well, alright then..."
Andrew scratched his head, thinking perhaps this was the only option.
Thus, they continued forward, crossed the long land bridge, and finally set foot on the island where the temple stood.
The island wasn't large.
Looking up, they saw the temple calmly situated no more than fifty meters ahead.
It was a semi-open temple.
Andrew and Ivan slowed their steps, walked up the stairs, and entered through the temple's main entrance.
There were no threats or traps along the way.
Just as Ivan had felt earlier, Andrew's journey into this underground space, across the land bridge, through the waters, onto the island, and into the temple—felt strangely like coming home.
Andrew himself also felt this increasingly strong sensation.
As he stepped into the temple, the Water God Mark on his forehead fluttered slightly.
