As the last of the bats fell, Scarlett lowered her bow, her chest heaving with exertion. Hisham stood beside her, his expression a mixture of admiration and gratitude.
"You fought brilliantly," Hisham remarked, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Scarlett nodded, her gaze fixed on the labyrinth's darkened expanse. "We can't afford to linger. There's more ahead."
Together, they ventured deeper into the labyrinth, their steps echoing in the silence, a testament to their resilience and unwavering determination to overcome the island's trials.
As they pressed forward, Scarlett's thoughts returned to Layla, their fallen comrade whose memory fueled their resolve. She carried Layla's spirit with her, a silent reminder of the stakes at hand.
