The trio tumbled and crashed onto a cold stone floor, dust swirling around them as they groaned and slowly picked themselves up. They had landed in a dimly lit underground passageway, ancient and eerie, with walls lined in faint, glowing runes. The atmosphere was heavy with a sense of forgotten magic.
Aiden peered down the long, winding pathways ahead, four distinct tunnels stretching into the darkness. "So much for perfect landing... where are we?" he asked, scanning their surroundings warily.
"We're under the academy," Jett replied calmly, brushing off his clothes and glancing around the space with a familiar sense of ease. "A special maze that you can't access using normal means."
Elora, still dusting herself off, shot him a skeptical look. "And how did we get in, exactly?"
"With Lumix, I just channelled it to the markings on the floor." Jett responded simply, his tone matter-of-fact.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!