The Labyrinth of Souls
The entrance to the Labyrinth of Souls loomed before them, dark and foreboding, its massive stone archway etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the dim light of the setting sun. Nefertari stood at the threshold, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced at her companions. General Hadeer, ever loyal and unyielding, stood at her side, his face set in grim determination. Behind him, Amir, the young scholar with eyes too old for his years, shifted nervously, clutching the tattered scroll that had guided them this far.
“We shouldn’t be here, Your Majesty,” Amir muttered, his voice trembling. “The stories... they say no one who enters ever returns.”