Chapter 131: Mid-term [6]
The atmosphere was as thick as a suffocating blanket clotted with damp soil and an acrid smell of burnt memories.
The darkness above swallowed up the ceiling and we were insects down the bottom of a well.
"GRIIIND... SCRRRAPE..."
The grinding of stone on stone attacked us. Entire parts of the labyrinth were turning and resettling directly in front of us.
It was a breathing puzzle box, the maze seemed alive, and we were trapped mice.
His knuckles turned white as Kaelen gave a gasp of terror.
"The walls... they're moving."
Seraphina was holding a drawn arrow, and she was proud, concealing her shredded nerves.
This density of mana is a psychic miasma. It is constructed in a way that makes people feel lost and scared.
She was right. The reverberations started nearly instantly, not of whispers only but of palpations.
