The Spires loomed before them, a series of towering rock formations that stretched toward the sky like the jagged fingers of a long-dead giant. The path leading into them was narrow, winding between steep cliffs and shadowed crevices. Elena adjusted the strap of her sword and took a steadying breath. The trial had been won, but the real challenge was just beginning.
Kael stepped beside her, his sharp gaze scanning the terrain. “This place is a labyrinth,” he murmured. “One wrong turn, and we could be wandering for days.we can get lost easily”
Serin, ever the strategist, pulled out a rough map they had been given before the trial. “We’ll need to stay close and move fast. There are rumors that the Spires are… haunted.”
Taren scoffed, adjusting his cloak. “Ghost stories meant to scare off
