Chapter 27: "The Altar of Truths"
The spiraling staircase seemed to stretch endlessly downward, the air growing colder with every step. Lyra, Kael, and Silas moved in tense silence, their earlier victory over the guardian offering little comfort. The golden glow illuminating the steps cast eerie shadows, making the descent feel like a journey into the unknown.
"Anyone else getting the feeling we're walking into a trap?" Silas finally broke the silence, his voice light but laced with tension.
Kael glanced back at him, his grip on his sword unwavering. "We've been in a trap since we entered the maze. Complaining won't change that."
"I'm just saying," Silas replied, his golden eyes scanning the walls, "if something jumps out at us, I'd appreciate a heads-up this time."
Lyra sighed, clutching her amulet. "Focus. We're almost there. The Tear is close—I can feel it."
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The staircase ended abruptly, opening into a vast chamber bathed in an otherworldly light. At the center of the room stood an ancient altar, its surface carved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly. Suspended above the altar was the Tear of Aeons—a glowing, crystalline orb that radiated power.
Lyra's breath caught as she took in the sight. "This is it," she whispered.
Kael approached cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he studied the room. "If this is the end, it's too easy. Where's the trap?"
Silas chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "Oh, it's here. The question is, who—or what—is setting it?"
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As they stepped closer to the altar, the runes on the walls flared to life, casting the room in a brilliant glow. A deep, resonant voice echoed through the chamber, sending shivers down Lyra's spine.
"Those who seek the Tear must prove their worth. Only the pure of heart may claim its power."
Kael's jaw tightened. "Another test. Of course."
Silas rolled his eyes. "Pure of heart? We're doomed."
Lyra ignored their bickering, her gaze fixed on the Tear. She stepped forward, her amulet glowing in response. "We've come this far. Whatever this test is, we'll face it. Together."
The moment her foot touched the altar's platform, the ground shook. Three shadowy figures emerged from the runes, their forms shifting and indistinct.
"Who dares approach?" one of them intoned, its voice cold and piercing.
Lyra stepped forward, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "We seek the Tear of Aeons. We've overcome every challenge to get here."
The figures laughed, a chilling sound that echoed in the chamber. "Challenges are not trials. Sacrifice reveals true worth. Are you prepared to lose what you hold most dear?"
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Kael stepped forward, his sword at the ready. "We're not losing anything. If you want a fight, you'll get one."
The shadows turned their attention to him, their voices dripping with disdain. "Strength alone does not prove worth. What will you sacrifice, warrior, to claim the Tear?"
Kael hesitated, his grip tightening on his sword.
Silas smirked, stepping beside him. "Don't worry, Kael. If anyone's sacrificing something, it's me. I'm quite skilled at giving things up. Like trust, loyalty—basic human decency."
The shadows focused on Silas, their voices hissing. "And you, trickster? Will you relinquish your pride, your lies, to claim the Tear?"
Silas faltered, the smirk fading from his lips.
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Lyra clenched her fists, stepping between her companions and the shadows. "Enough! This isn't about us as individuals. It's about what we can accomplish together. I've already sacrificed everything to be here. What more do you want?"
The chamber fell silent, the shadows withdrawing slightly. The Tear of Aeons glowed brighter, its light enveloping the trio.
A voice, softer and warmer than the others, spoke. "Prove your unity. Only together can you claim the Tear. Choose wisely, for betrayal lies within."
Kael glanced at Lyra, his expression serious. "What does that mean?"
Silas's eyes narrowed. "It means one of us might not make it out of here."
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The altar shifted, revealing three identical pedestals. Each glowed with a faint light, and above them hovered spectral keys.
Lyra stepped forward, her heart pounding. "We have to choose a key. But only one of us can use it to claim the Tear."
Kael frowned. "And the other two?"
Silas grinned darkly. "Let me guess. We get to play sacrificial lambs."
The warmth in Lyra's chest turned icy. "No. There has to be another way. We can't sacrifice each other."
The softer voice returned, tinged with sorrow. "Unity is forged through sacrifice. Only the one who proves their heart may wield the Tear."
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Kael's hand hovered over one of the keys. "If it comes to that, I'll do it. I'll claim the Tear."
Silas snorted. "Of course you would. Hero complex and all."
"Enough!" Lyra shouted, her voice echoing through the chamber. "We're not turning on each other. We'll find a way to pass this test without losing anyone."
The Tear's light pulsed, as if acknowledging her resolve.
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Sneak Peek for Chapter 28:
As Lyra attempts to find a way to bypass the test, secrets about the Tear and its connection to the maze are revealed. But when trust is tested and hidden motives come to light, a betrayal threatens to unravel everything they've fought for.