Chapter 30: Revival's Shadow
The Sphinx's voice boomed through the chamber, shaking the water that lapped at our feet. Its massive form loomed over us—golden fur rippling in the faint blue glow of the carvings, eyes like burning embers fixed on me. "Nova Sinclair," it intoned, sarcasm dripping from its majestic tone. "The cursed omega. Tell me your resolve. Why are you here? Speak truth, or die."
The air thickened, the maze's illusions swirling around us like fog. Kieran squeezed my hand, his touch grounding. Lucien and Malakai stood ready, powers humming. I felt the Eye of Aetherion pulsing above the altar, waiting.
