***CHAPTER 46***

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Prince Lyxander moved silently through the maze, the labyrinth's walls seeming to stretch endlessly around him

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Prince Lyxander moved silently through the maze, the labyrinth's walls seeming to stretch endlessly around him.

Each corner he turned was indistinguishable from the last, each path blending into the next until the passage of time became meaningless.

He had long since lost count of the turns he made, the maze twisting and winding in ways that defied logic.

Yet, his resolve did not waver. His grip on the hilt of his sword was firm, his senses sharp as he searched for the elusive portal key.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the soft sound of his footsteps echoing against the cold stone.

He could feel the weight of the maze pressing down on him, an ancient presence lurking within its walls, testing him. But Lyxander remained patient, his focus unbroken.

He knew that this trial was as much about his mind as it was about his swordsmanship. He had to stay calm, composed, and outthink the maze.

After what felt like an eternity, he noticed a change in the air, a faint shift in the energy around him.

He approached a final turn, his breath catching as he caught sight of something different.

The narrow corridor ahead opened into a chamber, the first he had seen since entering the maze.

The space was small but grand, with high, vaulted ceilings adorned with ancient carvings that seemed to move in the flickering torchlight.

Curiosity sparked in his eyes as he stepped closer. The chamber was unlike anything else in the maze, its design intricate and deliberate.

He could feel the chamber's pull, as if it was calling to him, whispering secrets that lay just beyond his reach.

Lyxander hesitated at the threshold, his instincts warning him to be cautious. The portal key was nowhere in sight, yet something told him that this chamber held more than what it seemed.

His steps echoed softly as he entered the chamber, its walls lined with softly glowing runes that cast an eerie, pulsating light. The chamber was vast, its silence heavy with anticipation.

Lyxander took a deep breath and approached the imposing door at the center of the room. With a steady hand, he pushed it open, revealing a room bathed in an otherworldly glow.

As he stepped inside, the chamber revealed its full grandeur. At its heart stood a raised altar, surrounded by two grand statues of angels.

Their presence was both majestic and unsettling. One angel was depicted with a serene, benevolent expression, its wings outstretched in a protective embrace.

The other, however, was carved with a fierce, almost malevolent glare, its wings poised as if ready to strike.

The contrast between the two statues was striking, each embodying a different aspect of divine power.

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