Chapter 11: Isn’t That Interesting?
Ever since the first howl of whatever abyssal beast that had been, there had been silence.
Fortunately, the maze was ready.
Stone walls rose around them, standing tall and jagged, blocking the light of the sun and sending long shadows crawling on the floors.
The knight who had shaped the earth using his Memory had done a great job. He’d created narrow corridors, tight choke points, and plenty of dead ends. It wasn’t pretty, but it didn’t need to be. It just needed to work.
Noah stood just inside the entrance of the maze, flexing his fingers.
He could still feel the buzz of energy inside him. The coiled potential of his mana pool humming like a small lake held in his chest.
His body felt weightless and heavy all at once. Powerful, yes, but restrained. Like a bow that had been pulled taut, ready to release the arrow.
Sir Enzo paced behind the front lines, checking formations. "Maintain your positions. If they break one wall, fall back to the next. Don’t get surrounded."
Cillian stood on top of a high outcropping of stone that overlooked the maze, his sword of light in his hands.
Arlo sat beside him, dangling his legs off the edge, humming a tune as if they weren’t about to be swarmed by monsters. He was the only one who looked truly relaxed. He grinned like a man who was out for a picnic.
"They’re coming." Noah muttered.