Chapter 15: Whispers in the Walls

The group was encircled by the ever-moving walls of the labyrinth, the once gentle glow now dimming to a faint, eerie luminescence. The air grew cold, and a palpable tension settled over them.

Moros, his voice edged with frustration, remarked, "We've faced countless challenges, yet this living maze might be our undoing."

Lysandra, pressing her ear against the shifting walls, whispered, "The walls, they're... speaking. Whispers, faint memories of the city."

Dupree, skeptical, asked, "Can you understand them?"

Lysandra closed her eyes, focusing. "Not entirely, but there are fragments. They speak of a bond, an understanding between the heart of the city and its inhabitants."

Eryx, looking at the shard glowing in his arm, mused, "If the heart chose me, there must be a reason. Perhaps it's trying to communicate through the maze itself."

Don Julio, recalling the ancient texts they had studied, said, "Legends spoke of the city's heart being not just a guardian but also a bridge between world