The corridors inside the construct pulsed with living light, walls shifting like liquid mirrors that reflected not only their forms but echoes of their memories. Time lost meaning here; moments stretched and folded, revealing fragments of past and future intertwined.
Elias led the way, his golden energy flaring softly, resonating with the structure's rhythm. Each step felt like crossing between realities, the air thick with a hum of creation itself.
Suddenly, a vision flooded his mind: a sprawling cosmos born and destroyed countless times, cycles of rise and fall. Within it, entities like him—guardians, bridges—emerged and vanished, each bearing the weight of universal balance.
Sienna gasped beside him. "Is this… what you were meant to see?"
Before Elias could answer, a figure appeared ahead—neither fully solid nor entirely light. It radiated calm power, eyes like collapsing stars.
"You are the chosen," the figure intoned. "To walk the path is to accept sacrifice."
Elias stepped forward. "What must I sacrifice?"
The figure's gaze pierced him. "Your certainty. Your past. Even your self."
The labyrinth twisted, corridors multiplying endlessly. Voices whispered secrets, fears, hopes—temptations to turn back.
Roarke's voice echoed faintly from behind. "Stay focused. We can't lose him here."
Elias's resolve hardened. "I don't know what lies ahead, but I will face it."
With each step, the light grew brighter, the labyrinth opening toward a chamber at its center—where destiny awaited.
And in that radiant heart, Elias would confront the choice that would echo across all existence.