"You may be a part of my past, but you don't define who I am now."
The figure's laughter began to waver, its ethereal form flickering like a dying flame. Tavian's resolve seemed to weaken its power, his determination chipping away at its hold over him.
With a final burst of strength, Tavian raised his weapon and swung it at the figure. The enigmatic laughter shattered, dissipating like smoke in the wind. The corridor around him seemed to brighten, and the air grew still.
Tavian turned to his companions, his chest heaving with exertion. "I faced my regrets," he said, his voice steadier than before. "And I won't let them control me any longer."
As they continued through the labyrinth, Tavian walked with renewed purpose. The echoes of his brother's laughter had faded, replaced by a newfound strength. The labyrinth's trials were far from over, but the resistance members were determined to overcome them, no matter how haunting they may be.