Luciano lay atop the mortal, his mind reeling with disbelief. How did they suddenly find themselves in the labyrinthine? He blinked in confusion, trying to fathom if they actually fell through a solid wall. How had the mortal found the entrance so easily? Had he stumbled upon it by pure chance or was there some hidden quality about him that made him more than just an ordinary mortal?
The air was filled with a coat of dust, kicked up by their sudden and unexpected fall which made it difficult to see clearly.
Luciano could feel the solid form of the mortal beneath him, and he could hear the faint echoes of their laboured breathing mixing with each other. He glanced down at his face, contorted in pain from the impact of their fall, and could not help but wonder about the circumstances that led them to this moment.
How did the mortal find the entrance to the labyrinthine?
What are you, mortal?
