Minotaurs burst through the walls—massive, snorting beasts with cracked axes in hand. Dust filled the air as the stone collapsed. But the moment they entered, the walls sealed behind them again, like the maze itself had trapped him inside.
Only this time, it wasn't just Minotaurs.
Dozens of Harpies dove from above, screeching, their wings slicing the air. It was as if the Labyrinth had summoned everything it had—every nightmare left behind—just to stop him from moving forward.
That's when it hit him.
They weren't trying to kill him.
They knew they couldn't.
They were trying to wear him down. Drain him. Grind him into the dust until he couldn't stand anymore. Not just physically—mentally. Like they had done to the souls here before him.
He turned his head.
