A Choice in the Blink of an Eye

The labyrinth of shifting runes was alive.

The walls, inscribed with glowing glyphs, twisted and reformed around them, altering the paths with every step they took. 

The stone beneath their feet trembled, shifting like sand, forcing them to adapt constantly.

Argolaith wiped sweat from his brow. "This trial is insane. The walls aren't just moving—they're reacting to us."

Kaelred growled in frustration as he nearly walked into a newly-formed barrier of golden energy. "It's like the damn thing is reading our thoughts."

The Saint Beast watched from above, perched on one of the high platforms overlooking the shifting maze. 

Its golden eyes gleamed with unreadable intent, its feathered wings pulsing slightly with an aura of silent authority.

"You were warned. The Forgotten Runes test not only strength, but patience, instinct, and adaptability."

The words carried no malice, but only truth.