The Labyrinth trembled.
Stones that had stood for millennia cracked under pressure that transcended physical force.
The protective dome over the Sanctuary flickered and dimmed, its enchantments struggling against mystical interference operating at scales they were never designed to withstand.
Then the Prince of Darkness emerged.
The passage leading from the Labyrinth's deepest sections simply ceased to exist, torn apart by the creature's arrival. What replaced it was a nightmare given form—a being whose very presence made reality recoil in rejection.
