As the sunlight filters through the maze, casting long shadows across the ground, I blink away the remnants of the nightmare. My heart pounds in my chest as I take in the sight of my friends, each one alive and breathing, their faces etched with weariness but also relief.
I search the crowd for Zeke, my eyes scanning the faces until I spot him, surrounded by his own group of friends. A wave of relief washes over me as I see him reunited with those he cares about. But as I take stock of our group, I notice two glaring absences: Soza and Dior.
Panic grips me as I realize that I've lost sight of Soza, a grave mistake in the midst of these trials. The rules were clear: never lose sight of your proctor. The encounter with the demon of nightmares had distracted me, and now I feared the consequences of my negligence.
