The Madness of Kings

The Madness of Kings

The air in the underground labyrinth was thick with a suffocating silence, broken only by the soft echo of footsteps as Seraphina, Lucien, and Isla carefully navigated its twisting, shadow-filled paths. With every step deeper into the maze, the oppressive feeling of the ancient artifact’s dark power intensified, wrapping itself around their minds like a shroud. They knew Idris was close—closer than ever—and time was running out.

The walls seemed to pulse with a life of their own, ancient and malevolent as if the labyrinth itself was aware of their presence. It was a place built not just to hide the artifact, but to protect it, to trap anyone who dared come near. And Idris, in his madness, had filled it with more dangers.

“We must keep moving,” Seraphina whispered, though her voice trembled with uncertainty. “Idris will stop at nothing to make sure we never leave this place alive.”