[Samael Ashwood's POV]
As we ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the air grew denser, thick with enchantments that shifted the layout of the maze every few minutes. The walls, made of dark, glossy stone, pulsed with an eerie glow, reacting to the presence of magic. Every step we took was deliberate, our senses heightened by the unpredictable dangers that lay ahead.
Erik, at the front, was quick to demonstrate his mastery of earth magic, his hands glowing as he manipulated the ground beneath us. He created solid footing and reinforced walls whenever the labyrinth threatened to shift and trap us. His steady confidence was reassuring.
"Keep your eyes open," Erik muttered, glancing back. "This place changes more often than you'd expect."
Alina's fiery aura radiated behind him, her flames flickering with barely restrained excitement. She walked with a swagger, her eyes sharp and eager for a challenge. "Let it throw whatever it wants at us. I'm ready."
