Bab 57: In the Labyrinth...

"Well, that was a neat trick," Adrian muttered to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness. "Let's see what else this place has in store."

With that, he stepped inside the temple, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword.

Adrian's heart pounded as he walked into the temple, the air around him feeling oppressive, pressing down on him from all sides. The door behind him slammed shut with a resounding crash, sealing him inside. 

The sudden darkness was disorienting, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light that barely illuminated the space.

The interior was dimly lit, the walls lined with ancient carvings depicting battles and rituals from a long-forgotten era. The air was cool, almost cold, and carried the faint scent of something metallic—blood, perhaps, or rust.