Darkness pulsed.
Each of them blinked—once, twice—and then the world had changed.
Selena opened her eyes in a stone corridor stretching endlessly in both directions, walls slick with moisture, pulsing ever so slightly like veins.
The ceiling above was lost in fog, and the only light came from flickering, hanging orbs of dead-blue flame. The ground under her feet squelched—damp, breathing. The maze was alive.
"…Hello?" She called calmly, her voice echoing too far, bouncing oddly.
No answer.
She touched her shadow. Nothing came back.
Then, she smiled—tight and eerie. "I see. We're playing that game."
Elsewhere, Clara stood alone. Her hand hovered near her mouth as she called out, "Raven? Selena? Anyone?"
Only the low hum of magic answered her, vibrating subtly in the walls.
"This is bad," she muttered, placing her palm on a nearby stone.
Her power rippled out, but the vibrations curved, slithered, and dodged like they feared touching the walls for too long.
