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The warrior’s path twisted through shadows, the air thick with the hum of jagged blades and crackling sigils embedded in the walls. Every step risked triggering the gauntlet’s lethal traps—rusted saws, poison-tipped spikes, flames that roared without warning. Survival demanded precision, not speed. Ahead, a weathered crate splintered under its own rot revealed a glint of fur: a carved bear amulet, its surface thrumming with faint vitality. The warrior slipped it into their belt, its energy seeping into weary bones. Further on, a shattered barrel pooled with murky liquid. Though the scent stung, instinct overruled caution—a single swallow ignited a fire in the veins, stitching wounds closed. Reinforced, the warrior pressed deeper, the traps’ whispers fading behind them.
