A sudden sound made her flinch: a cascade of pebbles shifting above. Falling stones rattled across the ceiling and walls, echoing through the chamber. Lira leapt aside instinctively, her body moving with a grace born of countless training sessions, guided by reflex rather than thought. The stones clattered harmlessly to the ground. Serelyth lowered her wing protectively over Lira, rumbling in approval.
"Careful, little flame. The labyrinth is alive with hazards. Observe them, but do not let them control your path," the dragon advised.
