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The air hung thick with the scent of damp stone as the hero pressed forward, torchlight flickering against walls etched with forgotten runes. A skeletal hand crunched beneath their boot—another fool who’d underestimated the labyrinth’s wrath. Shadows writhed ahead, but t...he faint glint of gold pulsed in their mind, a siren’s call they’d crossed bleeding deserts and frozen wastes to answer. Teeth gritted, they sidestepped a pressure plate disguised as moss, fingers brushing a hidden lever. The floor shuddered, slabs retracting to reveal a chasm—too late. They leapt, cloak snapping like a wounded bird, barely grasping the ledge on the other side. Bloodied and breathless, they rose.
The final chamber yawned open, its ceiling lost to darkness. Pillars twisted like petrified serpents, cradling a dais where the treasure gleamed—not coins or gems, but a single hourglass, its sands swirling upward. Time itself, stolen and caged. The hero approached, boots echoing like funeral drums, and reached out. The moment their fingers closed around the relic, the walls screamed. Stone shifted, the ceiling collapsing in a roar of dust and doom. They ran, lungs burning, the hourglass searing their palm as the labyrinth fought to bury its secret. Sunlight blinded them as they burst into the open, the ruins crumbling behind. Gasping, they uncurled their fist. The sands still defied gravity, swirling, waiting. A grin split their grime-streaked face. Let the world rot. They’d stolen eternity.
