The corridor widened abruptly, opening into a vaulted chamber whose ceiling seemed to vanish into darkness. The air was thick, damp, carrying the faint metallic tang of iron and the sharp scent of stone disturbed over centuries. Shadows clung to the jagged walls, and a subtle hum resonated through the space, like the heartbeat of something ancient. Lira's grip tightened on the silver vial, letting the soft light drift across the rough stone, illuminating carved motifs of warriors and elemental symbols etched into the walls.
"Something's different here," she murmured, feeling a shift in the currents beneath her feet. "I… I can sense them."
Serelyth's wings flexed, brushing against the chamber floor as her red eyes narrowed. "Yes. The Spirit has prepared this challenge. You will not only navigate but respond. These are echoes of warriors—souls bound by unresolved duty, lingering in this labyrinth. Some are neutral, others… less forgiving."
