The team emerged from the oppressive corridors of the labyrinth into a grand hall that seemed plucked from the pages of a medieval fairy tale. The air was thick with an almost tangible sense of regality. Rows of lion statues flanked either side of a crimson carpet that stretched toward a gilded throne at the far end. Sunlight poured through an ornate stained-glass window behind the throne, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of colors.
Viper let out a low whistle. “And here I thought we were still underground. How does this even fit in the labyrinth?”
“It doesn’t,” Shadow murmured, scanning the room. Her sniper instincts picked up subtle inconsistencies—the strange, flickering edges of the statues and the odd way the sunlight moved. “This isn’t real.”
“Real enough to kill us,” Ghost said, crouching low as he studied the nearest lion statue. Its eyes glowed faintly, as though watching them.