Temple Of Doom [ WORKING ]

Below the palace was a nightmare. A vast Thuggee lair carved into volcanic rock, lit by torches and the glow of molten ore. In the center stood a giant stone statue of Kali—four arms, fanged mouth, necklace of skulls—and before her, an altar. On that altar lay one of the Sankara stones , glowing faintly.

As the sun rose over Mayapore, the children returned—dazed but alive, stumbling out of the jungle as if waking from a long nightmare. The village elder pressed his hands together. "You have restored the light," he said. "The goddess is no longer angry."

Indy handed over the last Sankara stone . It glowed warmly in the morning light, then dimmed to simple black rock. Its power was spent.

The missing villagers? Captured and forced into slave labor in the mines below the temple. The missing children? Brainwashed in a torchlit chamber, chanting "Kali maa" over and over, their young faces hollow.