Story 441: The Maze of Echoes

The maze stretched before them like an endless web of confusion, its towering walls covered with creeping vines and illuminated by dim beams of golden light from an unseen source. The faint hum of energy echoed through the air, mingled with soft whispers that seemed to come from the walls themselves.

Rook motioned for silence, raising his fist. The team halted, scanning their surroundings. “This isn’t just a maze,” he said, his voice low but firm. “It’s alive. Be ready for anything.”

Ghost crouched low, his eyes scanning the twisting corridors. “It’s watching us,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I can feel it.”

Shadow adjusted her rifle, her sharp eyes darting to the shifting shadows. “No clear sightlines. Whatever’s in here has the upper hand.”

Bulwark smirked, hefting his grenade launcher. “Let’s see how well it handles an explosion.”

“Save your ammo,” Rook growled. “We’re here to find the artifact, not blow ourselves to pieces.”