The world on the other side of the portal was a nauseating, shifting nightmare. There were no walls, no floor, no ceiling in the traditional sense.
They were standing on a floating pathway of grey, misty stone that stretched into a swirling, colorless fog. Other pathways branched off in every direction, twisting and turning in impossible ways, leading into the disorienting mist.
The air was filled with a constant, low whisper, like a thousand faint voices all talking at once. This was the Labyrinth of Echoes.
"Okay," Chris said, his voice a little shaky as he planted his new shield firmly on the misty ground. "This place gives me the creeps. It feels… personal."
"That's the point," Emma said, her eyes wide as she studied the readings on her datapad, which were mostly just confused squiggles.
"The Prime Warden's brief said the Labyrinth is psycho-reactive. It reads our minds and builds the maze out of our own thoughts. The whispers… they're our own memories."
