Chapter 200 The Labyrinth Of Thoughts

• Ariella walked through the narrow corridor, her breath steady but shallow. The darkness around her seemed to pulse, like the beating heart of the labyrinth itself. Every step she took seemed to stretch the hallway further, twisting and turning in ways that made it impossible to keep track of the distance she had covered. The stone walls closed in at times, then expanded as though to mock her attempts at understanding the layout of this maze.
• The further she ventured, the more it felt as though the world around her was shifting. Every sound, every sensation, was amplified in the silence. Her thoughts, too, seemed to grow louder, more insistent, as if they were trying to drown her in their urgency.
• The whispering voices started soon after.