The sound of grinding stone grew louder as the trio advanced, the labyrinth reshaping itself with eerie, almost deliberate awareness. Constellations along the walls shimmered and bent, their starlight distorting like ripples across water. Verena clenched her fists, the threads of her Zodiacal Mimicry humming faintly beneath her skin, ready for whatever Trial Three had in store.
They rounded the corner—and the floor vanished.
"OH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME—!"
All three plummeted, the world blurring in a rush of wind and falling starlight. Vivienne shrieked. Isolde, graceful even in freefall, twisted her body to stay upright. Verena's stomach flipped as the magic in the air warped, catching them like an invisible net before they slammed onto solid ground.
