Leviathan's Graveyard (4)

Cyrus's heart pounded with a mixture of exhilaration and relief. He had triumphed over the living chest's deadly trap, using his mastery of water magic to overcome the mimic's formidable defenses. The battle had tested his skill and resolve, but he emerged victorious.

Approaching the frozen mimic, Cyrus focused his magic once more. He channeled a pulse of warmth, causing the ice to crack and shatter, freeing the mimic from its icy prison. The creature lay motionless, defeated.

As the adrenaline of battle subsided, Cyrus's gaze turned towards the chest itself. With caution, he approached, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger. Seeing none, he reached out and closed the chest's lid, sealing away the mimic's empty shell.

A sense of accomplishment washed over Cyrus as he realized he had vanquished the mimic and safeguarded others from falling into its deadly trap. He knew the chamber's secrets would remain hidden, at least for now.