When Isaac woke up he was surprised to find that he still had a body and his heart was beating. A strange feeling of warmth was enveloping Isaac's body giving him more strenght.
The air was more thicker in this place , but despte that, he was feeling like he was at the peak of his life. The color of the walls was an erased violet and was getting darker and darker the more he went. Without knowing the meaning of those colors, Isaan went forward, but soon he realized that the colors weren't changing. He wasn't the brightest and he didn't excel in anything at school, however his instincts were top notch.
They were screaming that he was taking the wrong way. Soon, the puzzle's pieces fell together and he realized that the wall's colors coresponded with the colors of the alphabet. If he started at violet then it means that red is his final destination.
In exitment, he started running and after he got to red, a smiley face was drawn on the wall next to a small text.
"Logic doesn't apply in the ʄօʀɢօȶȶɛռ ʀɛǟʟʍ, only strenght"
'What does strenght mean?'Isaac thought. How could a person become strong enough to defy logics. For the first time since coming here, he thought about the strange air and the invigorated feeling. He remembered about a novel he read where the only thing you needed to do was to absorb energy to become stronger.
'Maybe this is the way. It sounds to far fetched to be true, but trying doesn't hurt anyone.'
He sat down and started meditating, focusing on a point in the middle of the abdomen. Just a little itch was all he got, but not even the smallest spark appeared. While concentrating , a shadow moved closer to Isaac. It followed him trough the whole labyrinth, but now was the moment when he was really defensless. Yet Isaac's instincts had not failed to divert his concentration to the upcoming danger and he got away with only a small scratch.
The shadow was slower than Isaac so he got away easily. After runningfor ten minutes he reached the green walls and stopped. His eyes couldn't belive what they were seeing. A dark substance was filling his wound and his arm was slowly turning black.
His arm was just fine and he didn't feel any pain. He couldn't figure out the purpose of the poison, but suddenly he fell on the ground and his head started spinning like the blades of a helicopter.
Isaac's body started taking an ethereal form and something started itching in the middle of his abdomen. His senses were secreaming to concentrate on that small point and after listening to them, he regained his normal body and the dark substance was being absorbed in his body.
A small marble was formed in his abdomen and somehow he could feel and see it like it was his arm. It was hungry and it vibrated with power.
A strong pain rushed in his whole body and he fainted.
When he woke up he noticed a small crater was formed in his surroundings and it looked like all the matter in that space disappeared. He felt more powerfull and his breathing was more stable.
He felt reborn.