The Perils of the Third Stage

Entering the third stage of the Great Maze, Astrid and Mark found themselves in a vast, foreboding chamber filled with eerie shadows and ancient engravings.

The air was heavy with tension as they cautiously stepped forward, knowing that this stage would be more treacherous than the previous ones.

Suddenly, a mischievous giggle echoed through the chamber and Ooz appeared before them much to Astrid's dismay.

He emerged from the tattered remains of her undead form, still as cheeky as ever.

"Well, well, well! Fancy seeing you here, Astrid," Ooz said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Astrid sighed, trying to ignore Ooz's antics. "What are you doing here, Ooz?"

"Just enjoying the show, my dear. You make for quite the spectacle as an undead, I must say," Ooz teased, much to Astrid's annoyance.

Mark looked between the two, sensing a deeper history that they weren't sharing.

He decided not to pry for now, focusing on the task at hand.

Ignoring Ooz's antics, Astrid turned her attention to