It wasn't just a matter of following leisurely behind her rival.
Serena was biding her time.
She knew that whatever test lay ahead would be the moment Soreia was most vulnerable. Distracted. Focused on survival, not on guarding herself.
And Serena? She had no qualms about striking from behind.
In fact, she was counting on it.
The corridor eventually opened into a cavernous space—a vast underground chamber with jagged black walls that pulsed faintly with veins of gold. Across the chamber, there were multiple pathways leading deeper into the ruins, each branching off and descending into darkness.
And through the acidic mist that clung to the ground, Serena saw it— Only one path showed signs of recent passage.
Still fresh.
She walked to the edge and paused.
