You clutch your sword in one hand and the torch in the other as you explore the winding corridors of the labyrinth, your senses heighten, sensing a predatory presence lurking in the shadows. Your chest heaved with the rapid thump of your heart, a primal rhythm of anticipation.

"Another foolish warrior? Great." A thunderous roar echos out from the darkness, Miron steps into the light of your torch. His hands clutch onto his massive bloodstained axe. "Why do you humans never leave me be!?"