Chapter 588: Meeting Elarion
Max sprinted through the twisting paths of the ancient maze, his body a blur as he changed direction again and again, his movements guided not by sight but by the invisible awareness granted by his Three-Dimensional Body.
Every turn, every shift in momentum, was precise and deliberate.
He was moving toward the group of people he had sensed—beings with auras distinctly human, flickering with life unlike the monstrous constructs hunting him.
’No, wait...’ Just as he closed in, his mind reeled at the revelation. ’They’re surrounded too?’ Through the extended reach of his perception, he saw the truth—dozens upon dozens of those same golems, each one hulking and relentless, were closing in on the group like a tidal wave of stone and bark.
The group, led by Elarion were elves from the Lost Continent, was desperately trying to outrun them, attacking where they could, but it was clear they were being overwhelmed.
’It seems this entire maze is infested with these monsters,’ Max thought grimly, still charging forward without slowing.
Knowing they were elves led by Elarion, Max picked up his pace and there was another reason Max was heading that way—because his Three-Dimensional Body had picked up something else too: the faint signature of a spatial rupture, a transition point, a possible exit just ahead of the group.
They weren’t just running blindly—they were running toward the only way out. ’That’s where I need to go,’ Max resolved, his pace quickening.
He guessed now that he, like others had different starting point and had likely started near the center of the maze, a cruel and calculated place to begin. The Citadel didn’t play fair—it threw the strongest into the deepest traps, and Max had likely drawn the shortest straw.
That meant he still had much of the maze to cover, still many traps and ambushes to evade if he wanted to get out of this place. But now, with the direction clear, with the path carved by the desperate resistance of others, he had a target.