Arlen spent the next day preparing for the labyrinth, sharpening his sword, replenishing his supplies, and researching every rumor he could find about its entrance. The Forgotten Labyrinth was a place of legend—most believed it to be sealed or lost beneath the ancient catacombs on the east side of Rivenford.
Under the cover of dusk, Arlen made his way to the oldest part of town, where moss-choked gravestones leaned over crumbling crypts. The System guided him subtly, an arrow of shadowy light visible only to his eyes, leading him through winding tunnels and past sealed gates. At last, he reached a heavy stone door inscribed with a faded sigil—the same symbol he'd seen in his research on the Shadow Seekers.
With a deep breath, Arlen pressed his palm to the sigil. The door rumbled open, revealing a yawning stairway plunging into darkness. He summoned a faint orb of light and stepped inside.
The air was thick with the scent of earth and old magic. Shadows danced along the walls as he descended, the System's interface flickering with updates:
[Entering Instance: Forgotten Labyrinth]
[Objective: Reach the Heart]
Arlen drew his blade, steadying himself. Every sense sharpened, he moved deeper into the maze of twisting corridors and echoing chambers. He knew danger lurked ahead—traps, monsters, and ancient puzzles awaited. But with his skills and the System's support, he was ready to face whatever the labyrinth would throw at him.
Arlen's journey into the heart of the labyrinth had begun, and with it, the next chapter of his legend.