Chapter 1065: Dead End [Pt 2]

The moment we crossed the threshold into the labyrinth, it felt like stepping into the maw of a monstrous creature.

A bitter, damp chill hung in the air, wrapping itself around us, and permeating our very bones. The walls of the maze were slick, shadowy stones, emitting a sense of foreboding.

We travelled in silence, the only sound being the echo of our footsteps, creating an eerie rhythm in the oppressive silence. The labyrinth seemed to change and shift with each passing second, its sinister nature concealed in the shadows.

"Feels like we're being watched," Drake whispered, his eyes darting back and forth.

"Just keep moving," I instructed, my hand reaching for the pouch of tools at my belt. This was no place for hesitation.