The guard

A lone figure stands before a grotesque, organic gateway made of writhing sinew and pulsing veins. In their hand is a glowing, bloodied knife etched with ancient runes, its faint light reflecting off the blood-soaked ground. The labyrinth walls are alive, dripping ichor and lined with throbbing veins ...

A lone, cowled figure in tattered robes stands before a twisted, bioorganic gateway comprising bulging, serpentine sinew and veins that throb with a sickly, emerald-green radiance. Their bony hand grasps a gnarled, ancient knife smeared with viscous, crimson blood, its blade etched with arcane runes ...