บท 9: Chapter 9 : The Betrayal Continues
Elara's mind raced with what the horse had revealed. The secrets of Dorian's past, long buried and locked away in the shadows of his soul, now stood before her like an open book. She could see the deep scars that the loss of his parents had left on him. And she could feel the weight of the vow he had made to never speak of it. But now, the labyrinth had brought it to light, forcing them both to confront what had once been too painful to bear.
But the mission hadn't changed. Dorian was still gone, taken by the spirit, and Elara needed to find him.
"I will find him," she muttered under her breath, tightening her grip on her staff as the creature in front of her shifted, its molten eyes glowing brighter.
The horse's gaze softened as if understanding her resolve. "You will find him. But know this—there are many who seek him, and the labyrinth does not release its captives easily."
Elara nodded. She had no illusions about the dangers that awaited her. Whatever this place was, it was more than just a temple. It was a maze of the past and present, a place where memories lived as much as the living creatures who walked its halls.
The creature stepped back, and its form seemed to dissipate into the shadows, leaving Elara alone once again. She didn't wait for further words of wisdom. She had no time to lose. Dorian was somewhere deeper in the labyrinth, and the longer she took, the greater the risk that she might lose him forever.
Descent Into Darkness
As Elara pressed forward, the corridor stretched on endlessly, the walls narrowing with each step. The air grew thick with the scent of damp stone and decay, and the silence was nearly suffocating. The whispering sounds that had filled the air before now seemed to echo from all sides, as if the labyrinth itself was alive, watching her every move.
She could feel it—the magic, dark and old, that pulsed beneath her feet. It hummed with a malevolent energy, filling the space with an oppressive pressure. Every footstep echoed like a heartbeat in the stillness, and she wondered if the labyrinth could sense her fear. If it knew what she was searching for.
The walls seemed to shift as she walked, changing shape and form like living things. The carvings on the stone flickered, showing scenes of ancient battles and forgotten rituals, and for a moment, she thought she saw Dorian's face among them. His eyes were wide with terror, and a figure loomed behind him, a shadow that looked all too familiar.
But it was only an illusion, a trick of the labyrinth, a manipulation of her mind to test her resolve.
Elara shook her head, pushing the thought away. She had to stay focused.
She reached a crossroads—a junction of three corridors. The path ahead was a dark, empty void. The one to the right was bathed in a faint, eerie light, and the one to the left was pitch black, so dark that even her enhanced vision couldn't pierce its depths.
Without a second thought, Elara chose the lit path. She moved quickly but cautiously, her senses heightened. Every corner, every shadow, was a potential threat.
And then, just as she passed the halfway point, she heard a voice.
"Elara…"
It was a whisper, faint and distant, but it stopped her in her tracks. She turned, her heart racing. She had heard that voice before.
"Dorian?" Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Dorian, where are you?"
The whisper echoed again, clearer this time. "Elara… you shouldn't have come…"
The voice was faint, but it was definitely Dorian. And the warning in it sent a chill down her spine.
She hurried forward, her staff glowing brighter to light her way. The whispering became louder, more frantic, as she followed the path that seemed to beckon her deeper into the heart of the labyrinth. The walls around her began to pulse, as if the labyrinth itself was breathing.
And then, she saw him.
Dorian was standing at the end of a long chamber, his back to her. His form was shrouded in shadow, his face obscured, but there was no mistaking the figure before her.
"Dorian!" she called out, relief flooding her chest.
But he didn't turn. Instead, he spoke again, his voice softer now, more distant. "Elara… You shouldn't have followed me."
Confusion washed over her. "What do you mean? We've been through this together. You're not alone."
He turned then, his face finally visible. But it wasn't the Dorian she knew. His eyes were hollow, black as the void, his face twisted in pain. His skin was pale, the flesh stretched tight over his bones.
"Elara, you don't understand," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "This place… it changes you. It takes everything. I…" His words trailed off as though he was struggling against something deep inside him.
The momentary hope Elara had felt was replaced by fear. "Dorian, what's happening to you? You're not yourself."
He stepped back, his hands reaching out as if to stop her from coming closer. "It's too late for me. It's too late for all of us."
Elara's heart pounded. Something was terribly wrong. She had to help him, but how? The Dorian standing before her wasn't the same man who had fought alongside her in the temple. Something—some dark magic—had taken hold of him.
Suddenly, the chamber began to quake. The walls groaned under the strain, and the floor cracked. From the shadows, the ghostly figure of the woman—the spirit who had taken Dorian earlier—appeared once more.
"Foolish sorceress," the spirit hissed, her eyes glowing with malice. "You think you can save him? He belongs to me now."
Elara spun around, her staff raised in defense. "No! I won't let you take him again."
The spirit laughed, her voice high-pitched and cruel. "You already have. The labyrinth has claimed him. There is nothing you can do."
Elara felt a sharp sting in her chest, a burning sensation that spread throughout her body as if the very air itself was trying to suffocate her. She gasped for breath, but the darkness was suffocating, filling her lungs with despair.
But then, something inside her snapped. She couldn't let it end like this—not after everything they had fought for. She couldn't lose Dorian, not when they had come this far.
With a primal scream, Elara raised her staff high, channeling all the power she had left. The air around her crackled with energy as she summoned a blinding wave of light, pushing back the spirit's malevolent force.
"Leave him!" Elara shouted, her voice echoing through the chamber.
The spirit shrieked in fury as the light washed over her, but it was too late. With one final, blood-curdling cry, the spirit disintegrated into the air, leaving nothing behind but the faintest echo of her laughter.
The room grew still. The oppressive weight of the labyrinth lifted, and Elara felt her breath return to her. She turned back to Dorian, who was now collapsed on the floor, his body trembling.
"Elara…" Dorian whispered, his voice weak. "I'm sorry. I never wanted you to see me like this."
Elara rushed to his side, her heart breaking. "You're not alone, Dorian. We'll get through this. I promise."
With a soft groan, Dorian sat up, his eyes still filled with darkness, but there was something else—something that had been awakened by the battle. A flicker of hope.
Together, they would face the labyrinth, the trials, and the ghosts of the past. But this time, they would fight side by side.
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