The next day, I don't hear any voice in the wind as if it has disappeared.
The air outside was different. Cold and damp, heavy with an energy that seeped through the cracks in the ground. The walls of the labyrinth had collapsed behind us, sealing the way back. All that remained was a twisted, dark forest stretching in every direction. The branches of the trees curled like skeletal hands, and a dense veil of mist covered the ground, making every step feel uncertain.
“What now?” Liam murmured, breaking the silence as he looked around with evident distrust.
“We keep moving,” Ezra replied, his tone authoritative as always. He was at the front, his eyes scanning the forest as if expecting something to leap out of the shadows. His hand rested on the hilt of his frosted sword, as if preparing
