Ambrose couldn't really comprehend the scene before him at first. The warriors scurrying back in fear, and even the brave leader backing down. At first Ambrose tried to rationalize the magic Caleb used as something out of a book. But seeing the look on his face, it became clear it ran deeper then that. It sent a shiver down his spine, especially with the energy feeling so similar to the headmaster. His mind was racing to click the pieces together. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Caleb stared at him apologetically, saying he would explain later. Even though he went back to the Caleb Ambrose knew, he couldn't shake the primal fear resting in the pit of his stomach. His instincts screamed at him to put distance between himself and Caleb. 

Ambrose, clearly tongue-tied, stammered out a half-hearted response and turned on his heel. They knew where the temple was located and now they just had to worry about the wildlife stopping them now. The native warriors would resign to tracking their movement instead of interfering for now. Ambrose steeled himself for the journey ahead, pushing a few curls out of his eyes as he stepped out of the clearing and towards the path that would lead to the temple.

As they walked through the brush, Ambrose kept a noticeably distance from Caleb. It was particularly warm day in the remote rain forest, and beads of sweat gathered on his furrowed brow. He was silent, trying to focus on their mission instead of what he saw merely a few hours before. The temple eventually came into view, peeking over the trees and before Ambrose knew it, he stumbled out of the foliage onto a stone path that led up stairs to the main entrance.

Wiping at his brow, he glanced behind him. "We're here!" He called out to Caleb, huffing to catch his breath.