Echoes Of Crete

Sara was glad they were working with the witches, even if the alliance felt more like a truce born of necessity than trust. Vampires and witches working together—it was a rare sight, especially when history between the two factions was littered with betrayal and bloodshed. For now, though, their cooperation kept them alive. The witches had a knack for uncovering the not-so-obvious, finding faint markings along the maze walls inscribed in a language unfamiliar to Sara.

It didn’t surprise her; witches dabbled in all things ancient and arcane. Their magic was rooted in the understanding of forgotten texts and symbols, making them invaluable in this labyrinth. One of the witches, a tall boy with ebony skin and flowing dreadlocks adorned with gold bands, ran his fingers along the markings and whispered something under his breath. A faint glow emanated from the symbols, guiding their group toward a passage that eventually led to the mouth of a cave.