Lucan walked calmly through the twisting paths of the Verdant Labyrinth, his hands clasped behind his back as though taking a stroll in a garden. The shimmering walls of enchanted foliage pulsed faintly, and the air smelled faintly of mint and moss.
He paused at a fork in the road, observing the two paths. One was lined with flowers that glowed faintly; the other seemed darker, with vines curling ominously over the path.
"Two choices. One probably leads to danger, the other to more questions." He closed his eyes for a moment, as though weighing his options. Then he took the darker path without hesitation.
As Lucan ventured deeper, he studied the labyrinth intently. He ran his fingers along the vines, noting their texture, the faint hum of energy they emitted.
"Fascinating," he murmured. "The labyrinth isn't just alive—it's adapting. Each shift in the walls feels deliberate. Like it's... watching me. Nope... someone is definitely watching me."
