8

Amelia's mind raced, searching for a solution. But amid the chaos, a sudden realization struck her. The shadow wolves were not their true enemies. They were merely a distraction, a test on their path to the real source of darkness.

With a voice filled with conviction, she called out to her pack, "Stand down! They are not our true adversaries. We must press on and find the source of this dark power!"

With weary but resolute nods, her pack regrouped and continued deeper into the castle. The maze seemed to mock their progress, twisting and morphing with each turn. But Amelia refused to falter, her unwavering determination guiding them forward.

Finally, they reached a chamber bathed in a sickly green glow. The walls were adorned with mystical symbols, pulsating with an ancient power. At the center, a figure stood, cloaked in darkness.

"The Shadow Magus," Amelia breathed, recognizing the being before them. "You are the source of this darkness."

The cloaked figure turned, a twisted smile cu