Riviera and I cling to each other with all our strength as we hurtle into the darkness that threatens to swallow us whole. In the distance, a faint glimmer of light beckons as our only escape from this nightmare. But with each passing moment, it seems to recede further and further away.
Suddenly, a scaly hand with menacing claws snatches me, wrenching me away from Riviera. I grasp desperately to Riviera's hand as the inhuman appendage tries to drag me into the bottomless abyss.
"I will sever your bond until the end of time, mark my words," the eerie, disembodied voice of Medusa declares, sending shivers down my spine.
Medusa's hand violently tore me away from Riviera and dragged me down into the void. I stretched out my hand in a fruitless attempt to reach Riviera as she gradually faded into the distance.
When I came to, I found myself lying on a bed in a strange, poorly lit bedroom. Was it all just a terrible nightmare? No, the reality of the unfamiliar surroundings quickly sank in. It felt like a prison, the walls closing in around me, threatening to crush every last bit of hope. This was Medusa's cruel ploy to claim me as her own and rip me away from Riviera. My eyes swept over the room, taking in the spartan furnishings—a bed, a solitary desk, and a flickering torch casting eerie shadows across the decrepit stone walls. The shadows seemed to mock me with their macabre dance.
Medusa's voice echoes through the room, sultry yet scoffing. "There is no escape from here, my love. You are separated from Ljos Alf forever. Time does not flow here, boy. An eternity of loneliness awaits you. You will not die, you will not age, you will not eat or sleep, you will simply suffer and suffer all alone, and it will never, ever end."
My hands turned pale as I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my skin, drawing blood. As I stood before the only door, it creaked open to reveal an ominous void of darkness that seemed to swallow everything in its path. I slammed the door shut in terror.
"That is the only path out of here, my love," Medusa says. "A path that leads to nowhere except back here."
I have no choice. I have to brave this path to nowhere. I hold my breath and timidly push the door open, and I close my eyes as I step into the void. I open them and then find myself inside a dank, intricate labyrinth. A strange odor pervades the air, a scent that gives an aura of boundless otherworldliness and timelessness. These catacombs make me feel like I am unwelcome here. Stone replicas of Medusa's head dotted the hallways, their eyes peacefully closed but their faces contorted and restless, and their ears erect. Torches cast an unnerving flickering light, creating startling, dancing shadows that seemed to stalk me as I walked.
I begin to tread carefully, taking care not to disturb the Medusa heads that seemed like they'd come to life at any moment. My intuition warned me to stay clear of them. As the stifling silence enveloped me, I could only hear the faint sound of my own breathing and the occasional drip of water echoing through the maze. My mind starts racing with overwhelming, intrusive thoughts. In spite of all that, I keep thinking about my nearest and dearest, my wife Riveria. When I think of her, no force on Earth can keep me apart from her. As long as I kept a vestige of her was in my mind, she was never truly gone.
As I round the corner, a glint of light catches my eye, reflecting off something polished—a key resting on a lavish pedestal. My heart races with bliss, as a wave of hope wells within me. I am a step closer to finding a way out of this forsaken place.
But I was not out of the woods yet. Those disturbing statues of Medusa's head are everywhere, and I have to brave them. They appear inanimate, but also vigilant, always listening for intruders. I creep forward, eyes darting between the key and the nearest Medusa head. I reach out, fingers brushing the silvery metal when I hear a crack behind me.
One of the stone heads begins to shatter.
I spin around, heart racing as pieces of stone fall away to reveal glowing eyes and serpentine features coming to life. Panic floods through me; I have a fraction of a second before it fully awakens.
I snatch the key and run as fast as my legs can carry me into a side corridor. My feet barely connect with the stone floor as I feel the breath of the now animate Medusa heads upon me getting warmer and warmer. The maze begins to branch out into multiple paths like a spider's web, each route shrouded in darkness and shadow. Each way I went led me back to where I was. I was running hopelessly in circles.
I round another corner, and then another, and another, and another. Finally, I found myself facing a dead end—a wall covered in a mural - showing a figure cornered in a labyrinthine maze and slowly being devoured by countless Medusa heads - the figure was me. The hissing of the Medusa heads drew ever closer, their forked tongues flickering in anticipation; the mural depicts the future, the fate that has been set in stone for me.
Despair eats away at me as I try to turn back, but it is no use. The Medusa heads caught me, their reptilian eyes and their slit pupils locking onto mine, and before I have even the chance to scream, everything goes black.
I awake back in the bedroom, chest heaving as if I've been running for hours. I hear Medusa's voice reverberating in the room, inhuman, ominous and full of sadistic glee like a cacophonic tune. I can hear her, but I can not see her.
"There is no escape for you, Bell. This is where you belong."
As my eyes groggily open and I gather my bearings, Medusa is all too eager to enlighten me of my desperate position.
"In my labyrinth, all paths lead back to here," she chuffs. "As you can see, my labyrinth is adorned with my lovely stone guardians. If they catch you, they'll drag you back to this cozy little abode. And, they will catch you, I promise you that. They are always watching, always listening. You cannot hide, you cannot run."
Her laughter echoes like a taunting ghost. "This maze is going to destroy you, both in spirit and body."
I am clenching my fists again, feeling the weight of her mockery pressing down on me. I take a deep breath and step through the door once more, determined not to let her win.
"Where are you going, my love?" Medusa cooed. "You have nowhere to go. You have nothing. You are nowhere. You are nobody. You're destined for failure. You can save no one. And no one can save you."
Anger seethed deep within me.
"Shut up!" I snapped. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I'm not like you, Medusa! I will not give in to despair! I will not let the darkness of others take me! I will prove you wrong, Medusa. Every time you have tried to tear me apart from Riveria, it has only strengthened our bond. Every time you try and break me, my resolve steels. You have made me stronger with your cruelty, but all you know is cruelty. I don't have a weak heart like you, Medusa. You cannot corrupt me."
Medusa did not have an answer to that.
I braved Medusa's twisted labyrinth once more, armed with the knowledge of my first attempt. I learn from failure, something Medusa is incapable of.
—
I am in a corridor that seems to stretch endlessly before me. Every twist and turn exposes the unlit, desolate, clammy, and mystifying maze that I must navigate, the only company being Medusa heads that crave my blood. I move painfully slowly, every step planned and counted. My heart races as I keep my eyes trained on the floor, refusing to meet the petrifying gaze of the Medusa heads. Every so often, I steal a quick glance up to traverse through the maze, but never for too long, knowing that one wrong move could mean meeting their eyes and sealing my fate.
A cool draft brushes against my left, and I follow it with the hope it might guide me towards Riveria. The air grows colder and more hostile as I advance, and the dip in temperature is both discomfiting and a sign that I am on the right track.
As I round the next corner, I see a dim glimmer in the distance— this light does not radiate from the torches that adorn the ebony stone walls, it has an entirely different source. It pulses gently like a heartbeat. While it captures my interest, I do not lower my guard. I approach it cautiously.
I inch closer, finding myself before an archway etched with hieroglyphs that faintly glow in the shadows. Inside the room beyond stands another pedestal, this one holding an ancient scroll instead of a key. I gradually make my way there, keeping my eyes peeled for traps.
The scroll unfurls under my touch to reveal a map of the labyrinth. Relief washes over me as I trace potential paths with my fingers. This could be my way out. But this map is not Medusa's design. Another force is at work here. Could it be…
"Clever boy," Medusa's menacing voice breaks my train of thought. "But it's meaningless. Map or not, there is no escape for you in this realm of mine."
Paying no mind to her slight, I learn as much of the map as I can before rolling it up and tucking it into my pouch. With this discovery under my belt but still wary of the ever-watchful stone guardians, I set off again through the labyrinth.
As I treaded deeper, some unseen weight was pressing down on me, slowing my pace to a crawl. It was like some burden I refused to let go of. This map gave me the confidence to know exactly where I was headed and made me realize that escape was indeed possible, rather than just another one of Medusa's cruel tricks.
Navigating carefully through the twists and turns on the map, I skillfully avoid the Medusa heads with great caution. I am determined to win her game and break free from her twisted reality. The labyrinth seems to recognize my determination by subtly changing around me—a stairway appears where there was none before, leading deeper into its mysterious core. I can feel Medusa's wrath swell as I begin to unravel her design. Something, or someone, was interfering with her setup, disrupting her plans and allowing me to turn her will on its head.
As I try to remember the map's directions, I begin to tread carefully. I eventually come across a chamber etched with detailed patterns. At its center stands a pedestal supporting an ancient mechanism—a puzzle. Surrounding it are various objects: stones, levers, and weights, which progressively become more complex.
I carefully observe the contraption, studying it in great detail. I begin to piece together the steps I need to take: arranging the artifacts in the proper order, without making a sound, to unlock the door at the far end of the room. The door is ornamented with Medusa's symbol—a snake coiled around a broken heart. This is the epitome of what Medusa is, I think to myself.
I take a deep breath and start to move the first artifact, gently placing it onto one of the pressure switches. A faint click sounds, and I freeze as if I had been petrified by Medusa's gaze. My ears pricke up, and I listen intently for any sign that the Medusa heads will come to life.
Nothing.
I push on forward, pulling a lever as gently as I can so not to wake the Medusa heads. The stakes could not be higher: any slip, any misstep, and the Medusa heads would come to life and swarm all over me, and it'll be all over. My muscles tense as I lift a weight and set it gently onto another plate.
While working, I notice a cloak made of midnight black fabric draped over a chair in the corner. It shimmers even in the dim light. Curious, I pick it up and the material feels almost ethereal under my fingers.
I wrap it around my shoulders and feel an immediate change—the air seems to bend around me, distorting my presence. I move closer to one of the Medusa heads and notice its eyes remain closed, unaware of my nearness.
A cloak that can hide me from their lethal gaze—this is invaluable.
I am given a lifeline as I press forward with the puzzle. The cloak allows me more freedom of movement; I no longer have to worry about accidentally catching a guardian's eye. I focus on the final steps of solving the puzzle, shifting objects into place with silent precision.
With a final click, the door groans open slowly, revealing another corridor leading deeper into the labyrinth.
I allow myself a brief moment of relief before stepping through, tightening the cloak around me like a second skin. Each step forward brings me closer to escaping this pace and reuniting with Riveria.
But for now, one challenge is overcome. I move onward into the darkness with a rejuvenated courage and a hidden advantage against my serpentine foe.
I move deeper into the labyrinth, the cloak shielding me from the watchful stone guardians. Each step is a test of endurance and will, but I press on, driven by the faint hope that I am getting closer to finding Riveria.
I turn a corner and freeze. There, draped over a jagged rock, is a piece of light fabric. My heart skips a beat. I recognize it immediately—Riveria's robe. The fabric is torn, as if it had snagged during a struggle. I reach out and touch it gently, feeling the familiar texture between my fingers.
"Ah, now what do you have there, my love?" Medusa's voice slithers through the air, dripping with sarcasm. "There is a world apart from you and Ljos Alf, darling. You're doomed to failure. And you will fail, over and over again endlessly…"
My jaw tightens, anger bubbling up inside me. I shove the fabric into my belt and continue forward with an unwavering drive to prove my nemesis wrong.
Further down the corridor, I spot a faint glow emanating from an alcove. Approaching cautiously, I discover a small orb pulsating with a soft blue light—Riveria's magic trace. It's like a breadcrumb left for me to follow. I hold it in my hand, feeling its warmth and familiar energy.
"Ah, yes, Ljos Alf's magic," Medusa's voice echoes again, this time closer and more menacing. "I can't keep her out of my affairs, can I? Still, her wasting her magic on you means her own chances of survival here are close to zero. What a pity."
"Where is she, Medusa?" I demanded. "What have you done with Riveria?"
"Waiting patiently for her prince," she retorted coldly. "But her prince will never come. Her spirit is trapped here, a place worse than hell. And it is here that she will remain for the rest of time."
"You…"
"You see Bell, this is what happens to all those that stand against me. I hate Ljos Alf with an absolute vengeance, and the more she suffers, the better for me."
I ignore her taunts and hold Riveria's trace close to my chest, feeling its power coursing through me. I'm getting closer.
As I navigate further, Medusa's voice grows more insistent, her words sharper and more cutting. "You will never see her again, Bell. I have separated the two of you for all time, and it cannot be undone."
I clench my fists until my knuckles turn white. I can't let her get under my skin; I have to stay focused.
I come across another chamber decorated with ancient hieroglyphs and symbols. On an altar at its center lay Riveria's staff—its once vibrant crystal now dull but still intact. I approach it reverently, picking it up and feeling its familiar weight in my hands.
"Getting warmer," Medusa hisses mockingly. "But you'll never reach her in time."
With every drop of Medusa's verbal venom, my drive to prove her wrong only grows stronger. I secure Riveria's staff to my back and press forward through the labyrinth's twisting corridors.
Every step brings me closer to escaping this hell created by Medusa and freeing Riveria from her cruel grasp.
My breath echoes in the stillness of the labyrinth, my pulse a steady drumbeat in my ears. Riveria's staff feels like an anchor, grounding me amid the uncertainty of the twisting reality Medusa had created. I know I'm getting closer; each clue leads me deeper into her web.
A sudden rustling sound catches my attention. I press myself against the cold stone wall, my eyes scanning the corridor ahead. From the shadows emerges a figure with golden eyes, golden hair, and a predatory grace that makes my blood run cold.
I recognize her immediately.
"Ais?" My voice trembles slightly, hope and dread mingling in my chest.
Her lips curl into a cruel smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she draws her sword in a swift motion. "Bell."
I watch as she rushes forward with unnatural speed, blade flashing in the torchlight as she closes the gap between us in the blink of an eye.
My heart sinks. This isn't the Ais I know; this is another one of Medusa's twisted creations — an illusion designed to keep me from reaching Riveria.
I draw my own weapon in a futile effort to defend myself against her relentless assault.
"The enemy of the great Medusa is my enemy." Ais' voice is cold and taunting as she effortlessly parries my attacks with terrifying ease.
I grit my teeth as the realization sets in: Medusa created this doppelganger specifically to torment me.
A faint smirk tugs at her lips—an expression so foreign on Ais's face that it sends a shiver down my spine. "I told you before, Bell. You're a coward who will always run away."
Her words cut through me like a knife, but I can't let them shake my resolve. I know this isn't the real Ais; it's a trick Medusa is playing on me.
I strengthen my grip on Riveria's staff, drawing on its power as I prepare to fend off another attack. "I won't let you stop me!"
Ais' expression darkens as she lunges forward with renewed ferocity, her blade tearing through the fabric of my cloak with deadly precision.
I feel the air shift behind me, the sudden force knocking the breath from my lungs as her boot connects with my ribs.
I crash into the stone wall, pain blossoming through my body as the impact reverberates through me.
Medusa's illusion stands over me, her blade poised to deliver the final blow. "You're finished, Bell."
I dodge her first strike narrowly, feeling the blade whistle past my ear. My mind races—she's too fast; I can't keep up with her speed.
I frantically scan the area for a means of escape but find none. Trapped between Ais' relentless assault and a stone wall, I steel myself for the inevitable end. I parry another strike with Riveria's staff, using its length to keep some distance between us. The clash of metal on wood echoes through the corridor.
Ais' eyes are cold and devoid of emotion as she lunges again, her blade slashing through the air with deadly intent.
I duck at the last moment, narrowly avoiding her swing.
I can feel sweat beading on my forehead, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggle to stay on the defensive. This can't be how it ends; I'm not going to give up on Riveria that easily.
I have to find a way to break through this illusion and reach her.
I close my eyes and reach deep within myself, calling upon every ounce of strength and courage I possess. "I won't let you sully my idol's name, you imposter!"
When I open my eyes, I see Ais' expression shift into one of surprise as she hesitates briefly—an opening I won't miss.
I launch forward, channeling all my determination into the attack, Riveria's staff connecting solidly with her sword and shattering it into fragments.
"Ais" then collapses.
I hold "Ais" in my arms, a strange sensation creeping up my spine.
It feels like...
"The only path to salvation is through death, my love."
Medusa's voice is a distant echo in my ears as Ais' lifeless body begins to convulse. Alarmed, I pull back slightly and peer into her eyes.
"Now what?!" I say hoarsely, with a tone of perplexity,
Her eyes flutter open, revealing a deep crimson hue. Not Ais.
It's an illusion — a trap Medusa laid for me.
Anger surges through me as I hurl the body away in disgust, stumbling backwards as "Ais" disintegrates before my eyes, revealing the grotesque truth beneath. What I held was not my idol but an amalgamation of Medusa heads grotesquely arranged to mimic her form.
I feel sick.
The serpentine faces leer at me from their places in the shadows, their eerie hissing filling the air.
Medusa's taunting laughter echoes around me, a chilling reminder of the twisted reality I'm trapped in.
The Medusa heads hiss in unison, their serpentine bodies writh and twist together in a sickening display. My heart pounds as I watch the abomination reform itself into something even more monstrous.
As I run, a thought races through my head: Riveria needs me.
I can feel her presence getting stronger, but so is Medusa's power. With each passing minute, I'm losing ground.
I round another corner, dodging a sudden swipe from one of the stone guardians and sprinting down another hallway.
My breaths are coming in ragged gasps as I struggle to maintain my pace.
The Medusa heads cackle in unison, their laughter echoes ominously off the stone walls. I can almost feel them closing in around me.
I push myself faster, ignoring the burning sensation in my lungs and the stitch forming in my side.
Riviera, please hang in there.
I steel myself for another confrontation. I'm not giving up, no matter what Medusa throws at me.
I will find Riveria.
I swing Riveria's staff at the amalgamation with all my might, aiming to shatter the grotesque illusion once and for all. The impact reverberates through my arms, the force sending shockwaves through my body.
But it doesn't break.
I'm thrown backwards, tumbling over myself and colliding with the stone wall. Pain sears through my side as I try to catch my breath.
The creature looms over me, its eyes glowing red with malice. I can hear the hissing grow louder as it advances, slithering towards me menacingly.
I grit my teeth, summoning every last shred of strength I have left and lunge forward, slamming the base of Riveria's staff into the illusion with a resounding crash.
The impact sends a shockwave through the chamber as the staff connects with the writhing mass of serpents. The heads screech in agony, their bodies disintegrating into dust upon contact with Riveria's enchanted weapon.
The dust settles around me as the amalgamation dissolves into nothingness, leaving only the faint sound of hissing echoing off the walls.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I survey the destruction left in its wake. This has to be the end of the labyrinth; it can't get any worse than this.
"Oh Bell," Medusa taunts. "I have something to show you! Look above you!"
I look up and see Riveria's eyes gazing at me with unwavering hope. She is suspended above me, her body bound by a web of black serpents. The sight is almost too much for me to bear.
I stand slowly and approach her cautiously, my footsteps echoing in the empty chamber. The tendrils coil tighter around her body, their pulsing movements sending waves of revulsion through me.
As I draw closer, I can see the traces of tears staining her cheeks—a sign that Medusa had used her illusions to inflict unimaginable cruelty upon her.
My heart aches as I reach out to free her from this nightmare.
The serpents recoil as they touch Riveria's staff, sensing its power and withdrawing from her body.
"Bell… Cranel…"
Her voice is barely audible, but it's enough to spur me into action. I cut her bonds with Riveria's staff, severing the last connection Medusa has to her.
The serpents retreat into the shadows as Riveria falls into my arms. Her body feels cold and frail, but her eyes burn with defiance and determination.
She holds onto me tightly as I carry her away from the chamber, her fingers digging into my shoulder blades with desperation and determination.
I carry Riveria back through the labyrinth, retracing my steps carefully to avoid awakening the stone guardians. I can't risk allowing Medusa to capture her again, especially since she's injured and vulnerable.
I wipe the sweat from my brow and continue down the corridor, the silence only breaking by my steady footsteps. The labyrinth's oppressive atmosphere weighs heavily on me, making every breath feel like a journey back in time. It's almost like the ruins are trying to swallow me whole—to pull me deeper into its dark heart and never let me go.
I reach a large chamber filled with an intricate network of moving platforms suspended above a bottomless pit. The platforms shift and rotate in a dizzying pattern, each one adorned with ancient hieroglyphs that glowed faintly. At the far end of the chamber, I see a door marked with Medusa's symbol—my next objective.
I take a deep breath and leap onto the closest platform, which wobbles slightly under my weight as I carry Riveria but remains stable. I land unsteadily and begin to navigate carefully from platform to platform, timing each jump to avoid falling into the abyss below.
The first few jumps are manageable, but as I progress deeper into the maze of moving platforms, their patterns become more erratic. I hesitate on a particularly unstable platform, watching for an opening to make my next move.
Suddenly, the hieroglyphs on one of the distant platforms flare brightly. A series of mechanical clicks echoes through the chamber as hidden mechanisms activate. I realize I need to trigger specific hieroglyphs in a particular sequence to unlock the door.
Riveria stirs in my arms as the shifting platforms grow closer together, restricting my movements even further. The pressure of navigating them under time constraints is making my nerves fray, but I have to stay focused if we want to escape.
I focus on the glowing hieroglyphs, trying to decipher their pattern. With careful timing, I leap from platform to platform, activating each hieroglyph in turn. The platforms shift beneath me, making every step feel precarious.
One wrong move could send me, and Riveria along with me, plummeting into the abyss below.
My heart races as I approach the final hieroglyph. I could see it glowing brighter than the others—a signal that it was crucial to unlocking the door. Gathering my strength, I make a daring leap onto the platform and activate the hieroglyph with a swift touch.
The chamber shudders as gears ground into motion. The door at the far end slowly creaks open, revealing another corridor bathed in eerie light.
I exhale in relief but don't allow myself to linger. I jump onto a newly formed path of stable platforms leading directly to the open door.
I sprint toward it, carrying Riveria with renewed determination. I know I'm getting close now; I can feel it in my bones.
Inside, I face yet another complex obstacle—a room filled with pressure plates on the floor and an array of levers on one wall. I observe them closely and see symbols etched into each plate and lever—symbols that match those on Riveria's staff.
It dawns on me that I need to activate these mechanisms in a specific order based on those symbols. I recall her teachings about ancient languages and their meanings—an advantage now proving invaluable.
I move cautiously around the room, avoiding any plate that doesn't correspond to my mental map of symbols. With precision and patience honed through countless battles and trials, I press each plate in sequence before pulling each lever carefully.
The final lever clicks into place with satisfying certainty—the floor shifted beneath me before settling back down smoothly. A hidden passage reveals itself at one side of this intricate puzzle room—a clear sign I had succeeded once again against Medusa's challenges.
I step forward hesitantly, holding Riveria close as I enter this new passageway and brace myself for whatever lies ahead.
I step into a small library, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and dust. The room is dimly lit by a series of enchanted candles that flicker with a pale, ghostly light. Shelves line the walls, crammed with ancient tomes and scrolls, their spines marked with symbols and languages long forgotten.
I run my fingers along the spines, feeling the rough texture of time-worn leather. One book in particular catches my eye—its cover is adorned with a symbol that matches the hieroglyphs I had encountered earlier. I pull it from the shelf, its weight solid in my hands.
I carefully open the tome, revealing pages filled with intricate diagrams and text. My eyes scan the lines, quickly picking up key phrases that stood out: "Medusa's Gaze," "Petrification," and "Weakness."
I pore over the pages, taking in every word and trying to understand it. I soon realize that this book contains information about Medusa's powers—information that could be vital to our escape from her twisted realm.
A gasp escapes Riveria's lips as she notices the book in my hands. "This book holds ancient secrets that not even I know," she whispers with awe. "Its pages contain information about Medusa's powers—information that we can use against her."
I nod solemnly, understanding the gravity of Riveria's words and the trust she is placing in me by sharing this knowledge with me.
I continue flipping through the pages until I find a detailed map of the labyrinth. It was drawn with meticulous precision, showing every twist and turn, every dead end and hidden passage. I trace my finger along the path I have taken so far, marking my progress mentally.
The map also revealed something crucial—a series of hidden levers scattered throughout the maze that controlled various traps and barriers. Activating these levers in a specific sequence would unlock a secret passage leading directly to Medusa's chamber.
"Perfect," I mutter to myself, feeling my confidence returning. I carefully tear out the map page and fold it neatly before tucking it into my belt pouch for safekeeping.
Riveria's voice pulls me from my thoughts. "You never cease to amaze me, Bell Cranel," she says with a weak smile. "I don't regret marrying you."
Her words warm my chest, cutting through the oppressive air of the labyrinth. "I wouldn't have made it this far without your guidance and support," I reply earnestly, returning her smile. Now we just have to find the levers and activate them in the right sequence."
Riveria nods in agreement, her eyes shining with renewed hope despite her weakened state. "Now think, Bell Cranel. You have a brain, so use it."
Carrying Riveria on my back with her staff in one hand and the book tucked under my arm, I press forward, each step taking me deeper into the labyrinth's twisting corridors. My muscles ache from constant tension, but I refuse to relent.
I will find those levers and activate them in the right sequence to free us both from Medusa's cruel trap.
The darkness seems to close around me like a suffocating cloak, but I continue onward, guided by my resolve and Riveria's belief in me.
After countless turns and dead ends, I notice a faint glow emanating from an alcove to my left. My footsteps slow as I approach cautiously, and Riveria's breath warms my neck as she clings to me.
As I draw nearer, the glow intensifies, revealing an intricately carved stone pedestal. Atop it rested a crystal orb that pulsed with a soothing blue light. I feel an overwhelming sense of familiarity wash over me.
"Riveria," I whisper, reaching out to touch the orb. The moment my fingers brush its surface, warmth spread through me, easing my fatigue and calming my racing thoughts.
"Bell."
I hear Riveria's voice echo within my mind, soft yet insistent.
"That orb holds a fragment of my magic," she explains. Her enchantment was unmistakable, infused with a unique blend of ancient wisdom and gentle power. She had somehow managed to create this checkpoint within Medusa's labyrinth.
"My power is linked to yours," she continues. "My magic will strengthen your resolve and guide you through the darkness. Trust in it, Bell."
I take a deep breath and grip the orb firmly in my hand. A wave of energy courses through me as Riveria's magic envelops me. My senses sharpen, and I feel my strength returning, my muscles no longer aching from the constant exertion of carrying Riveria.
I allow myself a brief respite. This checkpoint means that if I were to fail or fall victim to Medusa's traps again, I would be able to start from here rather than being sent back to the beginning. It was a lifeline, a precious gift from Riveria that reminded me how much she believes in me—how much she believes in us.
Riviera's breath is steady on my neck, her fingers gripping my shoulders as she rests on my back.
"Thank you," I whisper, raising the orb in a show of gratitude. I vow not to let her down—not after everything she has done for me.
With newfound courage and determination, I set out once more into the depths of the labyrinth. Its oppressive atmosphere seems slightly less daunting now that I have this magical checkpoint as a safeguard. Each step feels lighter, my path lights up by the knowledge that Riveria's magic is protecting me.
I press on through the twisting corridors and intricate traps until I come upon a vast chamber filled with various stone statues—a silent testimony to Medusa's cruel power.
As I pass by each statue, I can't help but notice the petrified faces twisted in expressions of pure terror. The sight sends a shiver down my spine, and I grip Riveria's staff tightly.
Reaching another fork in the path, I consult the map I had taken from the library earlier. I trace the route carefully with my finger before choosing the left corridor—the correct path, according to the map.
As I enter the passageway, the floor shifts beneath me, nearly throwing me off balance. I regain my footing and cautiously continue forward, noting the subtle change in the air—a faint chill that sends a prickle up my spine.
I hear a low hiss resonate from ahead, followed by the sound of slithering, causing my heart rate to spike. "Just stay calm," I say softly to myself in an attempt to ease my nerves.
I come across an intersection of three corridors, each leading in a different direction. I decide to follow the map and turn left once more, but as I do so, the ground beneath me shifts again, this time revealing a hidden panel covered in hieroglyphs similar to those on Riveria's staff.
A glowing symbol in the center of the panel catches my attention—one that matched those on Riveria's cloak and staff. Could this be one of the levers?
I gently push the stone into place, and a resounding click echoes through the corridor as the panel slides open. Inside lies a small chest filled with glowing crystals that radiate with powerful energy.
I reach out to touch one, and immediately, images flash through my mind—a series of puzzle pieces falling into place and revealing a hidden passageway leading deeper into the labyrinth.
Suddenly, I'm jolted back to reality, Riveria's staff held firmly in my hands with the crystals still glowing brightly in the chest.
The puzzle pieces must have been triggered by Riveria's magic to lead me to this lever. But how?
Riveria's voice echoes in my mind once more: "My magic is linked to yours, Bell."
Her words reverberate in my mind as I process this new revelation. "We are connected," she continues. "This connection allows us to communicate through the threads of magic that bind us together."
A wave of relief washes over me at her reassuring tone, and I feel her confidence flowing through me like a river. We can do this—together.
"Thank you," I whisper, my fingers brushing against the crystals. "I will not let you down."
With renewed conviction, I step forward and retrieve one of the glowing crystals before placing it securely in my pouch. With one last glance at the chest, I venture into the darkness once more, guided by Riveria's magic.
The passageway narrows into a spiral staircase that descends into a chasm so vast and foreboding that it seems to have no end. I tentatively place my foot on the first step, feeling its solidity beneath me before continuing down into the depths of the labyrinth. My footsteps echo off the stone walls as I descend, each step bringing me closer to freedom or an endless descent into madness.
After what seems like an eternity, I arrive at the bottom of the staircase, where another chamber awaits—the central chamber, the oppressive air heavy with a sense of dread. The room is vast, its walls are adorned with ancient carvings depicting monstrous figures and serpentine creatures. A single stone pillar stands at its center, its surface covered in intricate hieroglyphs and symbols that radiate with a pale glow.
The sound of my footsteps reverberates throughout the chamber as I approach cautiously. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end; something is amiss here.
Before I can react, a column of fire erupts from the ground in front of me, its flames burning brightly as they consume everything in their path. I cry out in surprise as I'm thrown backwards by the force of the blast, landing hard against a nearby wall. Riveria's staff clatters to the floor beside me, its enchantment still intact but useless in this situation.
I stagger to my feet, dazed and disoriented from the impact. In the distance, I see something shift in the darkness—more Medusa heads emerging from the shadows. Their crimson eyes fixate on mine with unnerving intensity.
My grip tightens on Riveria's staff as I take in the scene. The Medusa heads swivel towards me, their hissing intensifying.
I look at Riveria. Her face is pale, and her breathing is shallow. She clutches at her robe weakly. She is drained from creating checkpoints and can barely hold onto her consciousness. I can't expect her to heal me now.
"Medusa!" I yell out into the void. "Your tricks won't stop me! I will break out of this labyrinth no matter what you throw at me."
Riviera's voice is a faint whisper in my mind as she says, "You have no idea how strong you truly are."
"Strong? Don't make me laugh." Medusa's mocking voice echoes from every direction as the Medusa heads encircle me, their fangs bared and hissing menacingly. "I didn't anticipate you making it this far, but it's all for nought. You have just wasted your time."
The first Medusa head lunges at me, its stone eyes locking onto mine. I swiftly avert my gaze, using Riveria's staff to parry its attack and redirect its momentum back toward its companions. A second head lunges towards me with surprising speed; its fangs snap closed inches from my face as I sidestep deftly, causing it to collide with a third head.
I dance between their attacks, Riveria's staff becoming a blur as I strike out at them relentlessly.
One by one, I break them apart, their hissing fading into the darkness as they crumble to dust before my eyes.
With each fallen head, I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through me—a mix of Riveria's magic and my own growing resolve fueling my every action.
Riveria's voice rings in my head once more: "You're stronger than you think, Bell."
I realize she is right; I've been holding back all this time because of my fear of failure—my fear of letting everyone down. But now I know there is no room for hesitation or doubt; this is our only chance at escape.
My resolve strengthened, I launch myself at the remaining Medusa heads, unleashing a flurry of strikes that shatter them into fragments. With each broken head, I feel a surge of confidence; each one reminds me of how far we've come—how much closer we are to freedom.
As the last head falls, I see a glimmer of light in the distance—a doorway that leads into a winding stairwell spiraling up into an unknown space above.
Riveria's voice echoes in my mind once more: "Don't give up now, Bell; we are almost there."
A wave of relief washes over me as I cradle her closer—our journey has been arduous and fraught with uncertainty, but we are finally making progress towards escaping this nightmare.
I gently lay Riveria back down, her weak but steady breaths filling my heart with renewed hope.
Together, we can overcome this.
I ascend the staircase, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls as I ascend into the unknown. The air grows cooler, the pressure increasing with each step I take until finally, I reach a large circular chamber—a chamber unlike anything I have seen in this labyrinth yet.
The walls are adorned with elaborate carvings depicting ancient battles and forlorn faces frozen in terror. Cold wind cuts through the open space, causing shivers to run down my spine as I gaze at the sight before me.
The chamber felels alive, pulsing with an eerie energy. The Medusa heads hiss and shift slightly, their eyes flickering with latent power. I can feel their gaze like a physical weight on my back, ready to pounce at the slightest mistake.
"Focus," I mutter to myself, steeling my nerves. "I can do this."
The riddle was etched into a stone tablet above the entranceway—a cryptic message written in an ancient language. I stare at it intently, trying to decipher its meaning.
The hieroglyphs glow faintly before dimming again as the words start to come together.
"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?"
A riddle.
My mind races as I ponder the question, trying to remember Riveria's lessons about ancient languages and their meanings.
"Sound," she whispers faintly in my mind. "The answer is sound."
He scanned the chamber for any clue on how to input his answer, wary of the watchful eyes of the stone Medusa heads. One wrong move and they would descend upon me - a fate worse than death in this labyrinth.
There, near one of the larger Medusa heads, is an ancient mechanism—a series of levers and switches that seem connected to the riddle.
I move cautiously towards it, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the Medusa heads stirring slightly at my approach, their stone eyes narrowing in suspicion.
He reached the mechanism and carefully adjusted the levers to spell "sound" before slowly backing away.
Nothing happens.
A wave of frustration rises within me, threatening to break my composure. "Why isn't it working?" I mutter under my breath. "What am I missing?"
My eyes dart around the chamber frantically, searching for any clue as to what the solution may be when suddenly, Riviera's voice sounds in my mind.
"Belief."
Her words hang in my head—believing in myself, in her magic, and in our connection is what will lead us to freedom. I understand now what this test was designed to teach me: to believe in myself, to believe in our shared strength, in our shared bond that can never be broken, no matter how far apart we are.
I return to the mechanism and reset the levers to spell out "believe" before stepping back once more.
With the final lever in place, a resonant chime echoes through the chamber. The Medusa heads freeze briefly before retracting into their stone pedestals, their glowing eyes dimming as they deactivate.
A metallic clang sounds from somewhere above, followed by the grinding of gears as a section of the ceiling opens up to reveal a dark passageway beyond.
Riveria's voice fills my head once more: "You did it, Bell! I'm so proud of you."
I turn back towards her and offer a weak smile before reaching down and scooping her up into my arms again, her weight barely registering amidst the rush of adrenaline coursing through me.
The labyrinth trembles slightly as I ascend the steps leading out of this chamber, Riveria's weakened body resting against mine.
Riveria takes my hand, her grip firm despite her earlier weakness.
"Bell," she said, "It's alright. I can walk now."
"No, I got you."
"No, you don't need to carry me anymore. Just hold my hand and let's leave this place together. I understand the labyrinth's magic better now. Medusa's enchantments are intricate, but not invincible."
I nod and press ahead.
I nod, absorbing her words. "Tell me what we need to do."
Riveria glances around the chamber, her keen eyes taking in every detail. "The labyrinth is connected by a series of magical nodes. Each node amplifies Medusa's power and sustains the traps within this maze."
"So, if we disrupt these nodes?" I ask.
"Exactly," Riveria confirms. "If we can disable enough of them, it will weaken Medusa's hold on this place and give us a better chance to find a way out of here."
I tighten my grip on her hand. "Where do we start?"
Riveria leads me towards one of the walls adorned with ancient carvings. She traces her fingers along the symbols, finding the hidden patterns that mark the locations of the nodes.
"Here," she says, pointing to a spot on the map-like carvings. "This is our first target. We need to disable it quickly before Medusa realizes what we're doing."
I nod, ready to move. But Riveria pauses and looks into my eyes.
"Bell, be careful. There is no telling what dangers lie ahead," she says.
I smile confidently at her. "I'll protect you."
Riveria chuckles softly. "Oh, I know you will, but that's not what worries me. We must keep our wits about us if we want to escape this labyrinth."
I squeeze her hand gently. "I'm ready."
I found myself with renewed resolve as we moved through the labyrinth, with Riveria expertly guiding us past dormant traps and concealed dangers. Her knowledge of ancient magic proved invaluable as she deciphered hieroglyphs and disarmed enchantments that would have otherwise ensnared us.
As we approach the first node, a pulsating crystal embedded in the wall, my eyes narrow in concentration. I start chanting softly under my breath, my magic weaving through the air like a delicate dance.
Bell stands guard, his senses heightened for any sign of danger. He can feel the oppressive energy around us waver as my spellwork takes effect.
The crystal flickers before shattering into shards of light. The labyrinth shudders slightly as if acknowledging its weakening grip.
"One down," I say with a small smile. "Let's keep moving."
We continue our journey through the maze, disabling nodes one by one with precision and teamwork that speaks volumes of our bond and determination to overcome Medusa's dark enchantments.
Together, we forge ahead—each step bringing us closer to breaking free from the twisted labyrinth and facing Medusa with newfound strength and understanding.
We navigate the final stretch of the maze, Riveria's knowledge guiding us past the myriad traps and Medusa heads. I follow her lead closely, every step taken with calculated precision. Riveria's keen eyes scan the walls and floors, her senses attuned to the subtle magical signatures that hint at hidden dangers.
"Stay close," Riveria whispers, her voice barely above a breath. She points to a series of faint hieroglyphs etched into the stone floor. "These symbols indicate a pressure plate trap. Step where I step."
I nod, mirroring her movements exactly. We move like shadows, silent and deliberate, avoiding the triggers that would spell our doom. The Medusa heads lining the walls remain dormant, their petrifying gazes inactive for now.
As we round a corner, I notice a faint glimmer in the air—an almost invisible tripwire stretched across the corridor. I gesture to it silently, and Riveria nods in acknowledgment. With a deft flick of her wrist, she casts a small dispelling charm that causes the tripwire to dissipate into nothingness.
"Good eye," she murmurs appreciatively.
We press on, encountering more traps designed to catch even the most cautious adventurers off guard. Pitfalls hidden beneath illusionary floors, dart shooters concealed in the walls, and magical barriers that could have ensnared us—all are expertly bypassed thanks to Riveria's vast knowledge and my sharp reflexes.
The maze seems to pulsate with a life of its own, reacting subtly to our presence. But with each obstacle we overcome, it grows weaker—its enchantments faltering under our combined efforts.
Finally, we reach a wide corridor lined with dormant Medusa heads. Riveria pauses at the entrance, her eyes narrowing as she assesses our situation.
"This is it," she says quietly. "The last major obstacle before we reach Medusa's chamber."
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what lies ahead. "How do we get past them?"
Riveria's gaze flickers over the stone sentinels before settling on a series of glyphs inscribed on the ceiling. "Those glyphs control their activation," she explains. "If we can disable them without alerting the heads..."
I nod in understanding. "I'll cover you."
Riveria begins her delicate work on the glyphs while I stand guard, my senses on high alert for any movement or sound that might indicate an impending threat.
With practiced precision, Riveria chants softly under her breath, weaving her magic into the ancient symbols above us. The glyphs shimmer faintly before fading away completely—the Medusa heads remaining inert.
"It's done," Riveria confirms.
We share a brief but triumphant glance before continuing down the now-safe corridor, our footsteps echoing loudly in the oppressive silence of the labyrinth.
Riveria's eyes scan the walls, searching for the final clue that will lead us out of this twisted nightmare. Her fingers trace over an inconspicuous carving, pressing it gently. A low rumble resonates through the chamber as a hidden stairway reveals itself, ascending towards a radiant light.
"Here," Riveria says, her voice firm yet urgent. "This is our way out."
I nod, tightening my grip on her hand. We both know that time is of the essence. Together, we begin our ascent, each step taken with a mix of haste and caution. The bright light above beckons us, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.
As we climb, the labyrinth responds to our defiance. The walls shudder and crack, ancient stones crumbling away as if the very structure of the maze is rebelling against their escape. The air fills with dust and debris, making it harder to breathe.
"We need to move faster," I urge, my voice strained with effort.
Riveria matches my pace, her breaths coming in sharp bursts. The stairway seems endless, but we press on, driven by sheer willpower and the bond they share.
The sound of collapsing stone grows louder behind us. I glance over my shoulder and see sections of the labyrinth falling away into an abyss. The sight adds urgency to our steps, knowing that hesitation could mean being trapped forever.
"Almost there," Riveria pants, her gaze fixed on the light above.
The bright light grows more intense with each step we take. I can feel its warmth and see its brilliance cutting through the gloom. It is as if we are ascending towards the sun itself—a stark contrast to the darkness we have endured.
The final stretch feels like a sprint against time itself. My legs burn with exertion, but I push through the pain, knowing that freedom is within reach. Riveria's grip on my hand remains strong and unwavering, a constant reminder of our shared goal.
At last, we reach the top of the stairway. The radiant light envelops us entirely, casting away all shadows and filling us with a sense of peace and relief.
Behind us, the labyrinth continues to crumble and collapse into oblivion—its twisted enchantments undone by our perseverance and unity.
Riveria and I step into the light together—free at last from Medusa's nightmarish maze—ready to face whatever lays beyond with newfound strength and determination forged through our harrowing journey.
We emerge from the blinding light, finding ourselves back in the familiar yet ominous surroundings of the dungeon. The oppressive atmosphere of Medusa's labyrinth has vanished, replaced by the dungeon's raw, untamed energy. We stand in a wide cavern, its walls glittering with luminescent moss that casts a gentle glow.
I take a deep breath, the air feeling fresher than it has in what feels like an eternity. I turn to Riveria, her elven features softening as she surveys their surroundings.
"We made it," I say, my voice tinged with disbelief and relief.
Riveria nods, her eyes meeting mine with a depth of gratitude and admiration. "Yes, we did. Together."
We take a moment to collect ourselves, our hearts still racing from their harrowing escape. The silence between us is comfortable, filled with unspoken words and mutual understanding. My mind races back over the trials we have faced—the traps, the puzzles, Medusa's taunts—and how they have overcome them side by side.
"Riveria," I begin, my voice steady but earnest. "I couldn't have done it without you."
Riveria smiles gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. "And I couldn't have done it without you, Bell. Your determination kept me going."
Our bond feels stronger now than ever before—a connection forged through shared adversity and unwavering trust. I can see the resolve in Riveria's eyes mirrored my own.
"We need to find the others," Riveria says, her tone shifting to one of urgency but tempered with calm confidence. "They must be worried about us."
I nod, ready to move forward. But before we do, I want to acknowledge something important.
"Riveria," I say softly. "Thank you for believing in me."
She meets my gaze, her eyes shining with sincerity. "And thank you for never giving up on me."
We share a brief but meaningful embrace before setting off through the dungeon once more—each step taken with renewed purpose and unity. As we navigate the familiar yet treacherous corridors of the dungeon, I feel a sense of clarity and focus, unlike anything I have experienced before. Our ordeal in Medusa's labyrinth has not only our physical abilities but also our spirits and resolve.
Emerging from that darkness together has solidified our bond—an unbreakable partnership ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
And so we move forward—side by side—ready to reunite with our companions and continue our quest with newfound strength and determination forged through our shared trials and unwavering trust in each other.
Riveria's spirit turns, her form glowing with a soft, ethereal light. I follow, my heart pounding in my chest as I trail behind her. The cavernous paths of the dungeon twist and turn, but Riveria moves with purpose, each step guiding us closer to our goal.
"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice a mix of curiosity and hope.
Riveria glances back at me, her eyes shimmering. "To the real Night Lotus. It's not far now."
I feel a surge of determination. We navigate through narrow passages and over treacherous terrain until we arrive at a secluded grotto bathed in an otherworldly glow. At the center, nestled among ancient rocks and glowing moss, is the Night Lotus.
The flower is breathtaking—a bloom of deep violet petals with an inner light that pulses like a heartbeat. Its fragrance fills the air with a calming aroma that makes me feel both invigorated and serene.
"This is it," Riveria's spirit whispers, her voice filled with reverence. "The Night Lotus."
I step forward cautiously, my eyes locked on the flower. I reach out, carefully plucking it from its resting place. As I hold it in my hands, I feel its warmth spread through me—a tangible promise of healing and hope.
"Thank you," I murmur to Riveria's spirit, my voice choked with emotion.
Riveria's form begins to waver, her ethereal glow intensifying. "My time here is ending," she says softly. "I must return to my body."
My eyes widen in realization and I nod, understanding the gravity of the moment. "I'll see you soon," I promise.
Riveria smiles gently, her form shimmering like a mirage. "Stay strong, Bell."
With those final words, Riveria's spirit fades away, leaving me standing alone in the grotto with the Night Lotus in my hands. The sense of completion washes over me—knowing we have achieved what seemed impossible—and now have the means to save her.
I turn back toward the way we had come, ready to reunite with our companions and bring Riveria back to life with the precious flower we have fought so hard to find.
I feel a renewed sense of purpose as I start my journey back through the dungeon—each step bringing me closer to saving Riveria and fulfilling our shared destiny.
I emerge from the depths of the dungeon, the Night Lotus clutched tightly in my hand. My heart races with anticipation and hope, knowing that this precious flower holds the key to saving Riveria's life. As I approach the spot where I had left my companions, I see their familiar faces—Ais, Lefiya, Tiona, and Tione.
But something is different.
As they turn to face me, their eyes widen and a deep blush spreads across their cheeks. They stare at me, unable to look away, as if seeing me for the first time. I feel a sudden self-consciousness wash over me, unsure of what has caused this sudden change in their demeanor.
I glance down at myself and realize that I have changed. My body has grown taller and broader, my muscles more defined from the trials I've endured. I look like a young man now, no longer the scrawny boy I once was.
Then it dawns on me: time must pass much slower in the Dungeon than it did in Medusa's synthetic world. What were many years there was only a blink of an eye here.
Ais takes a tentative step forward, her eyes shimmering with an emotion I've never seen before. "Bell..." she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lefiya, Tiona, and Tione are similarly entranced, their gazes locked onto me with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. I feel a warmth spreading through my chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness at the sudden attention.
"I... I found the Night Lotus," I manage to say, holding up the glowing flower for them to see.
But their eyes barely flicker to the flower before returning to me, as if I am the most captivating sight they've ever beheld. I swallow hard, unsure of how to respond to their sudden infatuation.
"Argonaut, you... you've grown up," Tiona says softly, her voice filled with wonder and admiration.
I feel a blush creeping up my own cheeks at her words. I know I've changed, but to see the effect it has on my companions—the women I've fought alongside and grown close to—is both thrilling and overwhelming.
Lefiya takes another step closer, her hand reaching out towards me as if drawn by an irresistible force. "Bell Cranel, you're so..." she trails off, seemingly lost for words to describe what she's seeing. Then, she realized what she was doing, and reverted to her old self. "Ah! You almost had me again, you pervy rabbit!"
The others gasp, their eyes widening in shock and amusement. Tiona can't help but giggle as she playfully swats my arm. "He sure did," she agrees with a mischievous grin.
I can't help but chuckle at their playful banter, despite the nervousness that's still lingering. "I didn't know this would happen," I explain awkwardly, feeling both flattered and embarrassed by their reactions. "I'm sorry if I... surprised you."
Tiona shakes her head vigorously, her golden eyes glimmering with a passion I've never seen before. "No! Don't be sorry. You're... you're so..."
"Magnificent," Ais finishes for her, her voice heavy with emotion. "Like a hero from the legends."
I feel my cheeks burning at her words. "I... I don't know what to say."
Lefiya steps forward now, her face flushed crimson but her expression fierce with determination. "Bell Cranel," she says, her voice trembling slightly but her words clear and strong. "I challenge you to a duel."
I stare at her, speechless. Tiona and Tione's eyes widen in surprise, but Ais seems unfazed by the sudden declaration. In fact, she smiles at me as if it was exactly what she had expected.
"You want to... duel me?" I ask slowly, still trying to comprehend what's happening.
Lefiya nods fiercely, her eyes never leaving mine. "I won't lose to you again," she declares, her resolve apparent in every word. "So don't hold back this time, or I'll be disappointed."
I can't help but smile at her spirited response; it reminds me of her passion and dedication—qualities I've always admired.
"Uh... can this wait? We have to get the Night Lotus to Amid as soon as possible, so that Riveria can be saved," I reply.
"Of course, but I want you to remember me as your rival and not as a helpless maiden that needed your help," Lefiya replies, puffing out her chest and her eyes narrowing in determination.
"Okay, I will not forget," I reply, trying to hide my smile at Lefiya's bravado.
We started our journey back to Riviera and Amid with a new sense of purpose and hope. Time seemed to move too fast as we navigated through the dungeon, but it seemed strangely desolate as if the Dungeon had had so much magic sapped from it that it could no longer spawn monsters.