The scream that Aria let out pierced every fiber of his being, the Knight collapsing to his knees, mind attempting to focus as the rending shriek continued to fill the air. Just as suddenly as the scream had began, it ended, Yerbol's gaze cast at the now empty entranceway. His ears were ringing profusely, but they were alive. That was what mattered. He could see Aria's face break into a small smile, something he had never seen her do. It was refreshing, even with the splitting headache that was slowly replacing the fading sounds of ringing bells. Yerbol made out:
"Sorry...if...ears...ring..." 
He shook his head, responding a bit louder than he normally would have if his hearing hadn't been temporarily wrecked:
"We're alive! That's what counts!" He leaned against a nearby wall, hands on his knees. The ringing was now just a faint whisper, but the headache was still present. 
"That was...that was so blasted powerful." He admired, eyes focusing on her. 
"I had heard of the ability for Sith to manipulate their vocal chords, but that...that wasn't manipulation, that was just sheer force. You'll have to show me how to do that someday. It'll work wonders for when I don't want to lose an argument." His breath wasn't turning into vapor, which comforted the Knight. Eyes turned to the treeline, watching cautiously for a few silent moments. When satisfied, he looked back into the temple. There was a wide hallway that stretched down towards what looked like an open area of some sort, light filtering in through the ceiling.  
"Let's not wait around to get ourselves slashed to bits. Shall we?" 

The open area that Yerbol had spotted was littered with chunks of rubble, patches of the ceiling and wall strewn about randomly. In the center of the area was a somewhat rusted statue of a hooded figure, lightsaber in one hand, the head of a nameless foe in the other. Yerbol walked closer, examining an inscription on the pedestal before reading it aloud:
"Those who walk down the Path of the Truth will rise to conquer their enemies." The inscription glowed with a crimson light for a flicker of a moment before returning to it's dull state. Yerbol looked around, senses straining to pick up on any anomalies that the glowing may have caused. There was silence for a couple of moments, then a soft click. Beyond the statue, a stone wall slid away to reveal three different paths branching north, northwest and northeast. Above each pathway was an inscription that glowed the same crimson as the one on the pedestal. The Knight walked forward, reading each aloud: 
"The Path of Vengeance..." The left. 
"The Path of Redemption..." The center. 
"The Path of Power..." The right. 

"Almost feels like a trial of some kind."