Chapter 65 - The Muffin Maze Mayhem

The tunnel stretched deeper into the bowels of Vythrax's lair, its rune-carved walls pulsing with a glow that screamed you're probably gonna die in magical neon. The air was a sticky mix of syrup, chocolate, and the faint whiff of doom, with crumbs and coins crunching underfoot like a carpet of bad decisions. I led the way, clutching the Heart of Glimmerfen, its loaf-shaped orb throbbing like it was judging my every step. The Wyrm's Quill buzzed in my other hand, its light flickering like a disco firefly on a sugar high. My coat was a disaster—torn, singed, glittering like a festival float that had lost a fight with a bakery explosion—but I felt a spark, like my old Loafbearer powers were mixing with the quill's sugary chaos. I was Cecil Dreggs, the guy who'd once tripped over a muffin and accidentally started a tavern conga line. If I could pacify a dragon with doughnuts and survive a syrup flood, I could handle this tunnel. Probably.