Chapter Twenty-Four
Whispers of the Fallen Stone
The six of them moved swiftly through the western corridors, steps muffled against ancient dust. The labyrinth's third floor sprawled outward like a broken cathedral — cracked pillars rose into shadow, and once-grand archways now slumped under the weight of time. Strange glyphs, half-erased by erosion, pulsed faintly under the moss.
The path forked ahead.
Kael crouched near the split, inspecting the ground with Aethra's Sight. Faint afterimages shimmered — traces of movement. He saw bootprints — hurried, staggered — leading left.
"This way," he said quietly.
They followed, weapons drawn.
The temperature dropped as they moved deeper. Frost crept along the walls in lacy spirals, unnatural in the depths below ground. The very stones seemed to hum beneath their feet.
"Feel that?" Mara whispered, fingers tightening around her sword hilt.
"Yeah," Zerai muttered. "Feels wrong."
They crossed under a crumbling archway — and halted.
Before them, the corridor opened into a wide chamber — a hall of statues, dozens of them, lining either side like silent sentinels. Each figure was hooded, their faces carved smooth and blank, hands clasped in strange gestures Kael didn't recognize.
In the center of the room lay the remnants of a battle.
Shredded packs. Shattered weapons. Blood, dark and dried, splattered across broken tiles. No bodies.
Eryndor moved first, his heavy boots crunching gravel. He knelt beside a twisted sword hilt. "Recently broken. Within a day."
Liora glanced upward, blades at the ready. "Where are the bodies?"
Zerai circled the nearest statue warily. "Maybe they ran deeper."
Kael shook his head. "Or were taken."
Mara stepped closer to the statues, brow furrowed. "These gestures… it almost feels like they're warning us."
Arden whispered under his breath, tracing a glowing sigil in the air. The magic flickered — then sputtered out, like a candle snuffed by unseen hands. He paled.
"Something's suppressing spellcraft here," he said. "Badly."
Kael's pulse quickened. He scanned the chamber again. Small details emerged — drag marks leading toward a collapsed passage on the far side. Strange, clawed footprints — but different from the krelmites.
"Something else did this," he said.
The floor beneath them trembled — a slow, grinding vibration.
From the collapsed corridor came a low, resonant growl, like stone grinding against stone. The statues shuddered, as if breathing.
"Form up!" Kael barked.
The six of them moved instinctively, blades and spells ready — just as the creature emerged.
It was massive, easily twice a man's height, hunched and twisted like a malformed knight. Its body was made of blackened stone and old metal, bound together with sinewy cords of moss and bone. A cracked helm crowned its misshapen head, and where its eyes should have been, only pits of darkness stared back.
With an ear-splitting roar, it charged.
Kael met it first. He ducked low, sliding past a sweeping arm as wide as a tree trunk, and slashed at its leg. Sparks erupted — but the blade barely bit through the stone.
Zerai slammed into its flank, fists surging with crackling energy. The creature staggered but didn't fall.
Arden barked a command, and a lance of starlight lanced from his staff, striking the creature's shoulder and blasting away chunks of brittle moss. But the core of it — the twisted, molten stone — remained untouched.
Eryndor and Liora flanked it, blades whirling. They struck in tandem — one high, one low — forcing the creature to split its defense.
Mara moved in as well, her sword strikes sharp and precise. She targeted the joints, aiming for any weakness.
Kael's mind raced. Stone. Metal. Magic suppressed.
It wasn't just a beast — it was a construct. A guardian.
"This isn't a natural monster!" he shouted between blows. "It's guarding something!"
The creature roared again, its voice rattling the very chamber. Fragments of the ceiling began to fall, raining dust and broken stone.
"Arden!" Kael called. "Any way to weaken it?"
The mage gritted his teeth, channeling as much magic as he dared. "I can amplify the next strike — but it'll leave me drained!"
"Do it!"
Arden slammed his staff down, and the floor rippled with energy. Kael, Mara, and Eryndor seized the moment. They attacked in perfect unison — Kael drawing its guard high, Mara sweeping its legs, and Eryndor driving a heavy thrust into its side.
The amplified strike hit like a hammerblow.
The construct staggered — cracks spiderwebbing across its chest. It let out one final roar — and collapsed in a thunderous crash, sending debris flying.
Silence.
Dust filled the air.
Kael coughed, waving it away. Around them, the statues seemed to sag in relief — as if their vigil had ended.
In the center of the fallen creature's remains, something glowed faintly.
They approached cautiously.
It was a stone — not like the mossy rubble around them, but something smooth and dark, carved with shifting runes. It pulsed softly, as if breathing.
Liora frowned. "Is that… a core?"
Arden's face was pale. "No. Worse. That's a seal."
Kael's eyes narrowed. He could feel it — the same subtle pull in his Sight that warned of deeper dangers.
Something had been bound here once.
Something strong enough that an entire chamber of guardians had been built to watch over it.
And now that seal was weakening.
The ground trembled again — distant, but growing closer.
Kael's grip tightened around his sword.
"This isn't over."
Behind them, from the deeper corridors, a chorus of low moans and dragging footsteps echoed through the stone.
The labyrinth had awoken.
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