Eve's journey took an unexpected turn as she found herself engulfed in a torrent of magic. The cube she held unleashed a surge of power, coursing through her veins like a raging volcano. The intensity of the magic was overwhelming, as if her entire being was being infused with its raw energy. But with the power came excruciating pain, as if her consciousness sought to merge with the very essence of the maze itself.
She had heard whispers of such phenomena in the past—stories of artifacts that could be fused with one's consciousness, shrinking in size to become portable and accessible at will. However, this knowledge had long been lost to time, buried in ancient texts, and concealed by demons to prevent humans from attaining greater power. The records of these wars were scarce, known only to the demon, elven, and dragon races, leaving the truth shrouded in secrecy.
