Underneath his boots, there was a crunching sound. He looked down, breath crystallizing into vapor. 
"Snow..." He brought his hands in front of him, turning them over. The surge of energy he had just experienced seemed to have pass, his hands not crackling with power. His head felt much clearer and the serenity of the now snowy room helped. He took a couple of steps forward, his legs shaking momentarily before straightening out. Although the snow was comforting, the darkness that had enveloped the room was not, Yerbol once again channeling some of the Force in order to illuminate his right hand. He started forward again, hand out in front. The room was beginning to get coated in snow, scrolls developing a thin layer of white on their exterior. Another few paces revealed Leoria, her eyes cast ahead. 
"Ria?" He placed the non-illuminated hand on her arm.
"Ria, I have no idea what's happened...well, really, what's happening to us, but I do know we need to get out of here. We can't handle this by ourselves." The young Knight strolled to one of the shelves, grabbing a couple of the scrolls before making his way back to this compatriot. 
"We can make it out of here...we just retrace our steps, find our way out." 

[i]The cowards will never escape. Broken, in agony...they will taste the true power of the Sith. They-[/i]

"No! Enough!" He shook his head violently. Voices, whispers, the things he had seen seemed to vaporize in an instant. When they got back to Coruscant, they could talk to the Masters, get this all sorted out. Then a drink. Yes. A tall, tall, tall glass filled with liquor and other various things that would enable them to forget about this odd time. 
"You going to be ok to get back to the shuttle?" As the last word fell out of his mouth, the snow that had once occupied the room suddenly vanished, dropping them back into their original surroundings. 
"Alright, if that wasn't a sign we need to go, I don't know what it is. Come on." 

Emerging from the tomb, Yerbol noted that the once blazing sun had departed, leaving them with pale moonlight to guide them back. A chill had descended upon the desert planet, Yerbol thankful for their swift departure...or at least he hoped.