Blake knew he was close. He was inching closer and closer to where the medallion was hidden, but pinpointing the exact location was the problem.
He kept taking corners around the maze, his senses at their fullest. Whenever he detects a phantom coming his way, he would quickly put distance between himself and them. One of the phantoms had passed through him a few hours ago, rendering him weak and unable to move for a very long time.
Another creepy scream came from behind him. Somewhere around where he had almost run into the human girl...and the scream grew so loud he had to shut his ears and pull back on his alert senses or his eardrum would burst.
His face was constricted with pain as he fell to his knees, palms over his ears to shut out the devastating cry that was making him tremble. His whole had vibrated, and he groaned.
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