Max sprinted through the twisting paths of the ancient maze, his body a blur as he changed direction again and again, his movements guided not by sight but by the invisible awareness granted by his Three-Dimensional Body.
Every turn, every shift in momentum, was precise and deliberate.
He was moving toward the group of people he had sensed—beings with auras distinctly human, flickering with life unlike the monstrous constructs hunting him.
'No, wait...' Just as he closed in, his mind reeled at the revelation. 'They're surrounded too?' Through the extended reach of his perception, he saw the truth—dozens upon dozens of those same golems, each one hulking and relentless, were closing in on the group like a tidal wave of stone and bark.
The group, led by Elarion were elves from the Lost Continent, was desperately trying to outrun them, attacking where they could, but it was clear they were being overwhelmed.
