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The cacophony of the labyrinth seemed to fade into the background as Nayara steadied herself, her remaining hand gripping the bolo whip with a determination that belied her weakened state. The whip was an extension of herself, its braided leather imbued with her martial essence. It served as her lifeline in the face of the monstrous adversary before her.
In response to the minotaur's imminent charge, Nayara's crystal mirror lanterns flared brightly, their ethereal glow washing over her. The crystal mirrors began to shift and morph, their gleaming surfaces reflecting not only the monstrous figure of the minotaur but also Nayara herself. The lanterns spun around her in a rhythmic dance, their rotations casting a 360° view of the battlefield onto their polished surfaces. This served as Nayara's eyes, her omnidirectional perception compensating for her physical exhaustion.
