There wasn't even a leak or a drip; it was as if the water had spawned out of thin air. One of my classmates, Nightwalk, I think his name was, stumbled back as if to retreat to the exit, which was closed behind us.
"This isn't normal behavior for a labyrinth, is it?" he asked, fear evident in his voice.
"We should stay calm," Amelia said, quick to assess the situation.
At the end of the room was a winding staircase. The system indicated we should reach the top floor, so it stood to reason we should go up.
CRACK!
An ominous crack sounded; it was faint at first but gradually increased in volume. It was coming from the stone sculptures, as if they were shedding their skin to reveal their true form.
From the statues emerged creatures that looked vaguely humanoid. Their skin was like black ink, with bioluminescent veins running over their bodies.
"They're Thalassian Wraiths!" Amelia shouted. "Be careful of their ink; it can weaken your body!"
