Everywhere Laurel turns are just walls of bushes. Nerves are starting to grip her heart, and she can feel her own trembling and the pressure on her chest. Laurel is losing control over her breath.
'Calm down, Laurel.'
Laurel continues to repeat that same sentence again and again. She cannot lose focus or start panicking. She will die faster that way. However, she knows she cannot hold a candle against those creatures if more than one comes at her simultaneously.
She slashes the bushes one time, and she looks at the opening to see more weaved up branches.
'How thick is the wall?'
She thrusts at the wall and senses that the sword could go further. However, this does not make sense. The moving walls do not look thicker than the length of a standard sword.
'Is this an illusion? No… Federline clearly saw me getting trapped into the maze while still being far away.'
