As the chaos subsided, Zafron, Thera, and Calista found themselves standing in a vast, shimmering chamber. Countless mirrors surrounded them, each reflecting a different reality or timeline. The air hummed with an otherworldly energy, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to shift imperceptibly.
Zafron's eyes darted from mirror to mirror, trying to make sense of the dizzying array of images. "Stay close," he warned his companions. "This place... it may not be what it seems."
Calista stepped forward, her reflection multiplying infinitely in the mirrors. "The Labyrinth of Vanity," she breathed, a hint of admiration in her voice. "I've heard of this place. It's said to show you your deepest desires... and your darkest fears."
Thera gripped Zafron's arm tightly. "How do we find our way through, my lord?"
