The labyrinth was no longer merely a maze—it had transformed into something darker, something far more sinister. The flickering glow of fractured reflections pulsed across the jagged walls, casting surreal, twisted images that distorted reality itself. Shadows warped and elongated, stretching like living nightmares attempting to engulf the fleeing remnants of the party. The air grew thick with an uncanny silence, punctuated only by the faint, distant echoes of screams and clashing steel—ghostly remnants of battles past and present.