The moment the countdown hit zero, an eerie silence settled over the vast maze that had sprung from the earth.
Lyerin stood atop the Minotaur statue, his eyes closed as though he could feel the pulse of the labyrinth surrounding him.
Though the towering stone walls blocked his view of the scattered Valley Orcs, he grinned widely.
"Hehe... I got them," Lyerin muttered to himself, the grin growing more wicked with every passing second.
The girls and the other human members of the Stonehooves Tribe stood below, bewildered and whispering to one another, casting nervous glances between each other and Lyerin.
"What does he mean, 'got them'?" Fiona asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
"I have no idea," Cornelia replied, her eyes fixed on Lyerin, who was paying no attention to them at all.
"Is he talking about the Orcs?"
