As they stepped into the next chamber, an oppressive chill settled over the group.
The floor was uneven, jagged, and littered with faintly glowing sigils that seemed to pulse with malevolent intent. A strange, flickering mist began to seep from the walls, taking on eerie, shifting shapes.
"This path..." Alera whispered, her eyes scanning the oppressive darkness. "It's going to be a hard one," she said with grim.
Before Pyris or others could respond, the mist coalesced into grotesque figures—ethereal wraiths with hollow, glowing eyes.
Their forms shimmered like broken reflections in a mirror, shifting between states of existence. Their long, jagged claws glinted with a spectral light, and the air around them grew heavier with each passing moment.
"Dimensional Wraiths," Zara said calmly, her voice carrying a hint of disdain. "Echoes of souls bound to the labyrinth's will. Destroy them, or they shall unravel your essence."
