The further they descended into the labyrinth's depths, the more oppressive the darkness became. It was as if the very air around them had thickened, suffocating them with the weight of their fears. The walls of the labyrinth seemed to close in, narrowing the path ahead.
Tavian's heart raced as his footsteps echoed through the corridor. His eyes darted nervously from shadow to shadow, the sound of his own breathing magnified in his ears. He swallowed hard, trying to quell the rising panic. It was then that he felt it—the unmistakable presence of his greatest fear.