Fevorey currently sped past the previous corridor as Jargon walked through. Wherever he passed, a long streak of light followed. Therefore allowing the man to traverse the place at breakneck speeds.
However, he soon heard a roar from afar, a loud one filled with indignation and anger. But what made it stand out was the feeling attached to it.
That sensation transferred through the walls, causing the already fragile maze to be more critical.
'That person is here. I can feel it.' Fevorey tightened his fist. 'I will save my lord. And murder that killer, Jargon.'
His motivation increased, and his steps blurred. In a bright flash, the man transformed into sparks.
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