"Astrid!" Tyler shouted. He rushed towards her, only to be stopped by Lutz, who stood between him and the princess.
"Don't worry, she's not dead... yet," Lutz said, his tone eerily calm. The crystal-clear knife protruding from Astrid's chest shimmered faintly, its unnatural glow confirming Lutz's words. There was no blood, but she lay there as if frozen in time, her body motionless, her eyes shut.
Lutz gently laid her down on the ground, turning to face Tyler with an unreadable expression. "How did you figure out it was me?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Tyler didn't answer. His gaze remained locked on Astrid's still form. To confirm whether she was really alive or dead.
Seeing Tyler's silence, Lutz sighed. "Very well, then. A trade for information." He smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "The only way to save her is to find her... inside the Labyrinth."
