The moon cast its silver glow over Eldænor, illuminating the labyrinth’s towering black stone archway. Nikolai adjusted his cloak, eyes tracing the glowing green runes as stories of treasure and the fearsome guardian echoed in his mind.

Before he could touch the runes, a deep voice rumbled, “You are either brave or foolish, wanderer.”

From the shadows stepped a towering minotaur, its golden eyes glaring. Nikolai, ever the charmer, grinned. “I’d say brave—with a dash of foolishness for fun.”

The minotaur snorted. “Your kind seeks wealth and power. Leave, or your bones will feed this forest.”

Nikolai raised his hands. “I seek knowledge, not gold. Just answers.”

After a long pause, the guardian stepped aside. “The labyrinth shows no mercy. Prove yourself, or it will claim you.”

With a smirk, Nikolai followed, his journey into the labyrinth—and its secrets—just beginning dragging you to come along.