The silence that followed the labyrinth’s final trials was so dense it felt almost tangible. The group moved slowly down an endless stone hallway, the only sound being the echo of their footsteps. Ezra led the way, his gaze steady, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Senua walked beside him, her eyes narrowed as if trying to see something invisible to the others.
“How much longer are we going to walk through this tunnel?” Liam murmured, breaking the tension that hung heavy over them all.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want any unpleasant surprises,” Khael replied, his deep voice cautious. “The walls seem to move. Do you feel it?”
I did. The corridor was alive in some way. A strange chill ran down my spine every time I looked at the carvings on the walls: ancient figures, twisted wolv
