Asher's laughter echoed in the dark corridors, each sound reverberating with an almost chilling vibrancy. The maze seemed to respond, the shadows thickening, warping as if provoked by the dormant madness now surfacing within him. His eyes glinted with a dangerous light, his gaze sharper, his stance more primal.
The specters of his past edged closer, their forms shifting between familiar faces and nameless, haunting visages. But something had changed—there was no fear, no hesitation. Instead, a cold, unrestrained confidence enveloped him.
