Ethan pressed onward through the maze after he got the Second Key. The labyrinth seemed to stretch endlessly around him.
The hours passed, marked only by the rhythmic echo of his footsteps and the occasional scribble in his notebook. Lucas moved silently with hollow look on his face beside him, ever vigilant.
The night descended, shrouding the maze in a cloak of darkness. The artificial sun had set, leaving the corridors bathed in an eerie, dim light.
Ethan's Soul Sense scanned the area continually, alert to any potential threats, but there was nothing when he entered this particular area of the maze. No lurking monsters, no malevolent presences. This absence of danger set his nerves on edge.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of navigating the twisting passages, Ethan arrived at the entrance to the third key's location.
