Iris In The Labyrinth Of Demons | 2025 |

To her, every living thing radiated a color. Humans burned with a chaotic, warm kaleidoscope—fear as gray, hope as gold, love as deep red. But the demons… the demons were still . They were the color of a held breath. They mimicked human colors perfectly, layering illusion over illusion, until even the sharpest warrior could not tell friend from predator.

Iris pushed.

She stood at the entrance now, a slender girl of seventeen with hair the color of winter wheat and eyes the color of milk. Blind. The priests had mocked her when she volunteered. iris in the labyrinth of demons

Nothing.