Following the collapse of the Labyrinth, there was a physical and psychological reckoning. Weary and bruised, Kael and Zara emerged into a windy, desolate desert. Their bodies and minds bore the scars of the labyrinth, as though it had ejected them back into the world. With its secrets still clinging to them, the maze's eerie murmurs seemed to reverberate with every step they took.
A harsh reminder of the realities they now had to deal with was the sun burning overhead. Zara knelt to examine the chart they had taken from the centre of the labyrinth, but she had no idea where to go. Faint patterns and mysterious symbols were seen on the aged and torn parchment. Kael grimaced as he leaned over her shoulder.
"This symbol," Zara muttered as she traced a circle with fine lines extending outward. "It corresponds with the Archmage's ring's sigil."
Kael gave a nod. It's a marker. A position of authority. This could be the place where we discover the truth, if that is what the Archmage intende
