As we burst through the maze's exit, relief floods through me like a tidal wave. Weaving past traps and narrowly avoiding the gnashing jaws of hungry ghouls, every step feels like a victory in itself. But just as we clear the threshold, a final lightning bolt strikes at our ankles, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through our bodies. It's a painful reminder of the dangers we've faced and the narrowness of our escape.
Soza, her strength spent, collapses in exhaustion, reverting back to her human form with a heavy thud. Dior, her face etched with determination, swiftly plucks out her spear, revealing the telltale burn scar where the wound once was. It's a revelation that dawns on me with a sudden clarity. Soza's resilience is beyond comprehension, her very being imbued with a power that defies all logic.
