The air in the central chamber grew dense as the pedestal glowed more intensely. The echoes of the labyrinth’s deep silence were broken only by each of our breaths. The light from the pedestal began to twist and take form until, before us, the figure of the Oracle appeared once again. Tall, pale as snow, eyeless but with a presence that seemed to devour the space around it.
“You have reached the end of the labyrinth,” it announced, its voice rumbling like thunder in the darkness. “But your final trial awaits. The end is not for the weak or the divided. You must prove your strength as one, or perish as individuals.”
The Oracle’s eyeless gaze fixed upon the entire group, as though it could see us completely, even the things we wished to hide. A tense pause filled the room before its pale h
