Back within the maze...
The urban war zone within the maze was a scene of narrow streets and crumbling buildings.
Dust and debris filled the air, choking their vision, but the knights pressed forward.
Traps weren't the threat here... No... It was goblins. And, of course, the possibility a wrong turn could lead to a dead end, meaning they would have to return the way they came and choose again.
The constant clash of steel against crude goblin weapons echoed through the streets, mingling with the harsh breathing of the knights.
Lionel stood in the center of a narrow alleyway, his breath heavy as he held his sword steady in his grip.
His eyes were sharp, scanning the rock-strewn streets ahead, every muscle in his body tense and ready.
Suddenly, a goblin darted from the shadows, its sharp rusty dagger swinging toward him.
