Chapter 151: Underworld Of Truth
Syras fell asleep the moment exhaustion overtook him.
When his eyes finally fluttered open, Edward was already standing over him, watching in silence.
He nudged Syras with his foot. "Up," he said.
Syras groaned and pushed himself upright. Edward gave a half-smirk, the flickering shadows dancing across his face.
"Welcome to the underworld, or you can call this place Hollowshade," he said. "The Underworld of Truth."
Still dazed, Syras staggered a few steps forward, and then stopped cold.
His breath caught.
They were inside a massive cave, impossibly high above the ground. Below them, nestled in what looked like the heart of the labyrinth itself, lay a village carved into the pit of the earth. There was no sky—only a yawning darkness stretching endlessly above. Yet the village glowed softly, lit by strange floating bulbs of pale green and gold.
These orbs drifted lazily through the air, hovering like spirits before sinking and attaching themselves to the rocky ground or the walls like living torches.
The village below was alive.
People moved like ants in narrow paths between clustered homes made from black stone and pale rocks. The entire settlement seemed to spiral downward, built in layers around the hollow’s walls.