The oppressive darkness of the maze clung to them like a shroud. Each corridor they navigated seemed identical to the last, a monotonous repetition that gnawed at their patience. The unlikely team of Azrael, Vera, Moira, Kim, Astrid, Enia, and Tyler had been thrust into this bizarre trial together, their initial bickering replaced by a tense, wary cooperation.
Their journey(it's just been some hours) had been fraught with challenges. Weak, grotesque creatures, black slimes, mutated by the magic of the labyrinth, lurched out from the shadows, only to be met with a swift dismissal by Azrael's sword and Vera's potent spells. Hidden traps, triggered by the slightest misstep, spat out a barrage of poisoned arrows or unleashed a torrent of fire, forcing them to rely on Astrid's keen senses and Tyler's and Kim's swift reflexes.