The low hum grew into a deep, resonant pulse, vibrating through the obsidian floor as Azarion and Sera ventured deeper into the labyrinth. The shifting glass walls around them began to stabilize, their chaotic reflections giving way to a singular image—a glowing orb suspended in the center of an immense chamber. The orb pulsed with a silvery light, its radiance illuminating runes etched across the walls and floor.
"This has to be it," Sera said, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space.
Azarion nodded, his gaze fixed on the orb. He could feel its power, a tangible force that pressed against his very being. The fragment was here, but something else lingered—something ancient and malevolent.
"We're not alone," he said, his hand tightening around his blade.
As if in response, the chamber shuddered. From the shadows emerged a towering figure, its form wreathed in dark flames. It was humanoid but grotesquely distorted, with elongated limbs and a face devoid of features save for a pair of glowing crimson eyes.
"What is that?" Sera asked, her bow already in hand.
"A warden," Azarion replied grimly. "It's guarding the fragment."
The warden stepped forward, its movements unnervingly fluid. Each step left scorch marks on the obsidian floor, the flames around it growing brighter with every moment. It raised a massive, clawed hand and pointed at Azarion, its voice a guttural growl that reverberated through the chamber.
"Unworthy…"
Azarion met its gaze, unflinching. "We'll see about that."
The warden let out a deafening roar, and the battle began.
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The warden moved with unnatural speed for a creature of its size, closing the distance between them in an instant. Azarion barely had time to raise his blade before the creature's claws came crashing down. The impact sent him skidding backward, his boots scraping against the floor.
"Azarion!" Sera called, loosing an arrow. The projectile struck the warden's shoulder, but it barely flinched.
"It's too strong!" she shouted, retreating as the warden turned its attention to her.
"No, it has a weakness," Azarion said, steadying himself. He glanced at the glowing orb behind the creature, its light flickering in time with the warden's movements. "The fragment is tied to it. If we can disrupt its connection—"
"Say no more," Sera interrupted, nocking another arrow. "I'll keep it busy. You figure out how to sever the connection."
Azarion hesitated, but her determined gaze left no room for argument. "Be careful," he said before sprinting toward the orb.
The warden roared again, its body erupting in a wave of dark fire. The flames surged toward Sera, who rolled to the side just in time. She fired another arrow, this one aimed at the warden's knee. The shot landed, causing the creature to falter for a moment before regaining its balance.
"Come on, you overgrown torch!" she taunted, drawing its attention.
Meanwhile, Azarion reached the base of the glowing orb. Up close, the fragment's power was overwhelming, its light pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. He could see faint strands of energy connecting the orb to the warden, binding them together.
"This won't be easy," he muttered, raising his blade.
He struck at one of the strands, the golden light of his weapon clashing with the silvery energy. The impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, causing the warden to roar in pain.
"It's working!" Sera shouted, firing another arrow.
The warden staggered, its movements becoming more erratic as Azarion severed another strand. Each strike weakened the creature, but the orb's energy fought back, lashing out with tendrils of light that burned against his skin.
"I can't hold it off much longer!" Sera yelled, dodging another fiery attack.
Azarion gritted his teeth, focusing on the final strand. With a powerful swing, he severed it, and the orb shattered, releasing a burst of light that filled the chamber.
The warden let out one final, agonized roar before collapsing into ash, its flames extinguished.
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When the light faded, the fragment hovered in the air where the orb had been. Its form was crystalline, glowing with a soft, silvery hue. Azarion reached out, his fingers brushing against it. The moment he touched it, a surge of energy coursed through him, and the fragment fused with his blade, its light merging with the weapon's golden glow.
Sera approached, her breathing heavy. "Please tell me that's the last guardian we have to deal with."
"For now," Azarion said, sheathing his blade. "But there will be more."
Sera groaned. "Of course there will."
As they turned to leave, the chamber began to collapse. The walls of glass shattered, the obsidian floor crumbling beneath their feet.
"Run!" Azarion shouted, grabbing Sera's arm and pulling her toward the exit.
They sprinted through the collapsing labyrinth, dodging falling debris and leaping over gaps in the floor. The light from the fragment guided their path, leading them to a glowing portal at the end of the corridor.
Without hesitation, they dove through the portal, just as the labyrinth collapsed entirely.
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They landed in a grassy clearing, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of the labyrinth. Overhead, the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, dotted with wisps of white clouds.
Sera collapsed onto the grass, letting out a long sigh. "I don't care where we are. As long as it's not another death trap, I'm happy."
Azarion remained standing, his gaze fixed on the horizon. In the distance, he could see the outline of a city, its spires glinting in the sunlight.
"We're not done yet," he said quietly.
Sera groaned, sitting up. "Of course we're not. What now?"
Azarion glanced at her, his expression resolute. "The next fragment is there."
Sera followed his gaze, her eyes widening. "A city? Finally, civilization. Maybe we can sleep in a real bed this time."
Azarion allowed himself a faint smile. "Let's hope it's that simple."
But deep down, he knew better.