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Gabe barely had time to react before the flames burst forth, the heat licking at their faces. He stumbled back, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the rush of adrenaline surge through his veins. Mariam’s quick reflexes had saved them both from being scorched, and he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in her.

He glanced at her, concern etched in his features. You alright? he asked, his voice tight with worry. He could see the determination in her eyes, and it reassured him that she was as focused as ever.

Turning his attention back to the doorway, Gabe began to analyze the trap. The flames had subsided, but he knew better than to assume it was safe. Looks like a classic warded trap, he muttered, more to himself than to Mariam. Triggered by pressure or proximity.

He took a deep breath, gathering his magical energies once more. Alright, let’s try this again, shall we. He extended his hand, fingers weaving intricate patterns as he whispered an incantation. A shimmering barrier of protective magic enveloped them, a translucent shield that would hopefully ward off any further surprises.

Stay close, he instructed Mariam, his voice calm but firm. I’ll try to neutralize any other traps, but we need to move quickly.

With the protective barrier in place, Gabe stepped forward, cautiously leading the way into the chamber. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering torchlight. Ancient symbols and runes were etched into the stone, their meanings lost to time but still radiating a faint, ominous energy.

As they moved deeper into the chamber, Gabe’s senses were on high alert. He could feel the presence of magic all around them, the air practically humming with it. Keep your eyes open for any more traps, he warned, glancing back at Mariam. And for anything that looks out of place.

Their progress was slow but steady, each step measured and deliberate. Gabe’s focus was split between maintaining the protective barrier and scanning for any signs of danger. It was a delicate balance, one that required all of his concentration.

They reached the center of the chamber, where a large, ornate pedestal stood. Upon it rested a small, intricately carved box, the object they had been sent to retrieve. Gabe’s eyes narrowed as he studied it, sensing the powerful enchantments woven into its very fabric.

This is it, he said quietly, gesturing to the box. But be careful. It’s heavily warded.

He began the process of dispelling the protective enchantments, his hands moving with practiced precision. The magic resisted at first, but Gabe’s determination and skill gradually wore it down. The wards began to dissolve, one by one, until finally, the box was free.

Got it, he breathed, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He reached out and carefully lifted the box from the pedestal, turning to Mariam. Now let’s get out of here before anything else decides to explode.

@Mariam DeTyne