The labyrinth loomed ominously behind them, a structure of vast mystery and peril. The others were occupied preparing for their departure, ensuring that Alera was safe and stable now after her near-death battle with the guardian.
Pyris, however, slipped away, his footsteps barely audible as he ventured deeper into the labyrinth's inner layers.
There was something he needed to do—something vital that he had promised to Mira and his mother before setting foot in this forsaken place.
Something sinister no one will see coming.
The air grew heavier as he moved further into the labyrinth. The walls, jagged and ancient, seemed to press in on him, alive with latent energy. The faint whispers of power hummed around him, yet Pyris strode confidently, his steps unwavering.
Reaching a secluded corner, where the energy of the labyrinth felt calmer, he stopped.
