They stepped into the ancient structure, the air inside instantly shifting. It was cooler, heavier, carrying a faint scent of ozone and dust that hadn’t been disturbed in centuries. The walls were lined with faded carvings, strange geotric patterns interwoven with what looked like threads of fate twisting around serpentine figures.
Adam’s crimson eyes glowed faintly as he scanned the interior. "This place feels... alive."
Lilith ran her fingers along the wall, silver threads from her gown reacting to the carvings. "There’s residual mana here. It’s reacting to our presence."
Isolde stayed near the entrance, her blood aura subtly swirling. "This isn’t just ruins. It’s a monunt... or a cage."
Ignis bounced on her heels, flas flickering excitedly along her shoulders. "Ooh, look at that! There’s glowing stuff on the floor!"
As they moved deeper into the main chamber, a low chanical hum echoed through the stone. Without warning, the massive stone doors behind them slamd shut with a deafening thud. Dust rained from the ceiling.
They were sealed inside.
"What—?!" Isolde spun around, crimson blades already forming in her hands.
Adam imdiately tested the door with his Telekinetic Command, but it didn’t budge. A faint barrier of golden threads shimred across the surface. "Locked. And reinforced by so kind of ancient formation."
Ignis stared at the closed entrance for two full seconds before exploding.
"Those stupid eyeball rocks! What the hell?! They herded us in here like sheep to the slaughter! Do they want us to die?! Huh?! Is this their idea of a joke?! ’Oh look, fresh at walked into the murder building, let’s trap them~’" She waved her arms wildly, flas bursting out in dramatic puffs. "I should’ve burned them all when I had the chance! Greedy rock bastards!"
Adam couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his lips. "Easy, Ignis. They probably didn’t build this place. They were just guarding it... or avoiding it."
Lilith chuckled softly, clearly amused. "How charming. Our little dragon is throwing a tantrum."
"I’m not throwing a tantrum! I’m being angry!" Ignis huffed, crossing her arms and puffing out her chest. "They tricked ! That’s a cri punishable by dragon fire!"
Isolde pinched the bridge of her nose. "Focus. We’re trapped."
Before anyone could reply, the floor of the chamber began to glow. Four separate pathways lit up, each leading into a dark corridor. Above each entrance, ancient runes shimred into existence, forming glowing symbols:
>>>Path of EndurancePath of DominionPath of ReflectionPath of Devouring
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