The faint pulse of magic rippled beneath her boots as Verena pressed forward, her heartbeat thrumming in sync with the constellation-lined walls. The air within the Labyrinth was thick, humid with astral tension, every step like wading deeper into the unknown. Vivienne trailed just behind her, her anxious footsteps nearly silent thanks to her Dreamtide magic gently dulling their presence. For once, Verena was actually grateful for the heroine's ridiculous, oddly convenient ability.
"So… you don't think we're, like… gonna die horribly in here, right?" Vivienne whispered, clutching her sleeves nervously.
Verena snorted. "Define 'horribly.' Is there a 'pleasant' way to die in this place?"
"Ugh, you're so reassuring."
