A few distance away, the labyrinth seemed to lose its color. The obsidian blades of coral stood dull and misshapen, as though struck by some unknown blight that had drained them of all life. Their stone-like forms appeared brittle and fragile, ready to collapse into dust at the slightest touch.
The patch of dead coral stretched endlessly, a desolate expanse where the black walls had crumbled into a sea of silver sand. After weeks of navigating the vibrant, blood-red corridors, the sight of this lifeless wasteland sent an involuntary shiver down Klaus's spine.
What unsettled him even more was the silence. Not a single monster stirred in the murky depths beneath their feet.
