The interior of the spire was unlike anything the Guardians had seen before. It was a labyrinth of twisting corridors, each one adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and change as they walked. The enigma's whispers remained their guide, a constant presence in their minds.
As they navigated the labyrinth, the Guardians couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Shadows danced at the corners of their vision, and eerie whispers seemed to float on the air. A sense of unease settled over them, but their unity kept their spirits strong.
"I don't like this," Kael muttered, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword. "It's as if the very walls are alive."
Lira nodded, her eyes scanning the corridor. "Stay close, everyone. We can't afford to be separated in here."
Aria's brow furrowed as she looked around. "The enigma's whispers haven't led us astray before, but this place... It's different."
