{Bonus Chapter 1/4!!}
As Midas and the gang continued their journey through the labyrinthine maze, the walls seemed to be closing on them everywhere they went.
It felt like an unrelenting force was challenging them not only to the edges of their physical endurance but the very essence of their being.
"Give up!"
"Kneel!!"
"Crumble under our might!"
That was what the walls felt like they were saying in the past two days that were spent navigating the maze. This time had taken a toll on everyone, the escalating gravity of a constant adversary that threatened to crush their spirits.
But their spirits weren't crushed. The least crushed person was Midas. He had figured out a few rules in the past few days.
The further they went down the maze, the higher the gravity. This did not mean that gravity would dictate where their goal was, because they would feel increased gravity even when they were walking towards dead ends.
