[You have entered the "Maze of the Damned."]
Sam landed hard on the stone floor, boots scraping against the damp surface as the notification faded from sight.
The air was thick, and the first thing he noticed was the faint mist curling around his feet.
It was cold, unnatural, and it clung to him like something alive.
The chamber was small, the walls narrow and uneven.
Ghastly light seeped through cracks above, just enough for him to see where he stood.
The mist swirled faintly in response to his steps, pale tendrils of fog rising and dispersing whenever he moved.
And ahead of him stretched a single corridor that seemed to go deeper into the maze.
"Hm."
He scanned the chamber again, sharp eyes searching for any signs of other awakeners.
But no matter how carefully he looked, the room was empty.
Not even a trace of footsteps, aura, or presence lingered in the mist.
