Chapter 163 Heart Of The Labyrinth

• The passage stretched endlessly, the air thick and pulsating with an energy that vibrated through their very bones. Each step forward felt heavier, as though the labyrinth itself resisted their advance. The walls shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting distorted versions of their faces—each image flickering with emotions they barely recognized in themselves.
• Ariella tightened her grip on her staff, her knuckles pale against the wood. “It feels like we’re walking into the core of something alive.”
• Kael, leading the group, nodded without turning. “That’s because we are.”