Later, Pyris and his group ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the stone walls began to widen, opening into a vast chamber.
But this cavern was unlike anything they had seen before. Figures stood perfectly still, lining both sides of the chamber, each one frozen mid-motion, faces fixed in hauntingly serene expressions. They looked almost too real, too lifelike, like a scene from a memory frozen in time.
A faint, ethereal light gave their faces an unsettling glow, and each wore a look of strange contentment.
"Something is not right," Pyris muttered, his senses prickling.
He could feel it—a wrongness in the air, something unnatural pulsing just beneath the surface.
