The air around him shifted, and suddenly, the chamber morphed into an endless network of twisting corridors. The stone walls pulsed with eerie red veins, an unnatural energy seeping from the cracks.
A maze.
Before Asher could react, the first attack came.
A monstrous shadow lunged from the darkness—an abomination of writhing limbs and jagged fangs. Its presence alone radiated EX-rank killing intent, the kind that could reduce weaker beings to a lifeless husk.
SLASH!
Asher barely twisted in time, dodging the creature's razor-sharp claws. His Scythe manifested in his hand, and with a fluid motion, he countered, cleaving through the monster's body.
But more were coming.
