...a dream devil in the maze.
The Whisperwood's silence stretched on, broken only by the rustle of unseen creatures and the unsettling symphony of buzzing insects. Alex felt a creeping unease. The forest's agreement felt fragile, and the presence of a dream devil in the maze – a creature notorious for manipulating desires and twisting perceptions – only amplified their worries.
Suddenly, a voice slithered into their mind, smooth and seductive. It promised shortcuts, whispered tales of hidden paths and forgotten secrets. The voice belonged to Xaltoth, the dream devil, a creature resembling a man woven from shadow and moonlight.
"Lost, little mortals?" Xaltoth purred, his form flickering in and out of existence. "The cure seems elusive, doesn't it? But fear not, I can offer a path, a shortcut through this maddening maze."
