Arthal followed the center down a long empty hall, on and on it went until finally it reached a staircase. Slowly he climbed down the spiral stairs never truly knowing if they would end, yet he paused when he reached the bottom. Looking at the door he slowly opened it, a bright light flashed and he stepped through. He now stood in some kind of house, no it wasn't a house it had been living quarters for the temple's care takers. He tried to summon his Keyblade and couldn't it meant this place was safe from attack as well.

He smiled looking down the halls, hundreds of rooms must have been with kitchens and amenities for them all. The fridge and cabinets clean and fully stocked. The temple cared for those who watched over it, this was quite the find and it was theirs. Finally he stepped back towards a blackened door and found it, a warp tunnel, before the Keyblade war these had been how Keyblade wielders could return to the temple. When the war began however none could teleport themselves back inside and the temple itself sank into the sand.

The dark hallway was decorated with heads of beasts, artifacts of war, great treasures. All of them trapped behind magical barriers and defense systems. Towards the end of the hall, they could feel a pulsing, like something was calling out, wanting itself to be found. This could one of the artifacts you needed to find. Something to help find twenty missing shards.

The light hallway had pictures of great Keyblade wielders and of friends posed together taking pictures outside the temple. They could see much of the old temple in these picture, mountains and grassy hills once adorned the lands outside. Villages with farms and towns as well, know it was all just sand and graves. Yet as they moved further down the hall of light, they could here singing, a hopeful song as to tell them to come and join them in song, even if they did not understand the words.