Minotaur's Endless Labyrinth!

The sense of loss that is unique to traversing space felt particularly intense and prolonged this time.

In the instant he was swallowed by that surging silver light, Ronan felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless vortex of mist, his consciousness gradually becoming hazy... until a voice complained in his ear.

You're pressing down on me.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his confused consciousness instantly clearing. He quickly stood up from the ground and saw Moriel pinned down by him like a quail.

Where is this?

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked around, realizing he had entered a strange, Secret Realm Space. Two high walls formed of condensed gray mist stood before and behind him, creating a passage several meters wide that extended outwards to both sides...

The only good news is that the backlash from the double [Law Control] buff was fierce but also subsided quickly. The injuries in my body are almost completely healed by the Vitality Orb.

They also didn't see the two Level Five Wizards who had been blocking and attacking them earlier.

"I didn't expect the rumors to be true..."

Ronan heard Moriel's voice and turned his head to see Moriel standing in front of a high wall formed of gray mist, murmuring with a look of curiosity, "Legend has it that a wizard named Minotaur built the greatest labyrinth in the world, and buried a precious treasure deep within it."

"Throughout history, many wizards have entered the labyrinth to explore, but none have ever come out."

After Moriel finished speaking, she turned to look at Ronan, her eyes filled with a strange expression.

"The Minotaur's Labyrinth?"

Ronan frowned deeply.

He quickly walked to a high wall covered in gray mist, reached out and touched it, feeling a cool and soft sensation on his fingertips.

After thinking for a while, Ronan tried to cast a spell, but it took almost half a breath before a burning fireball was finally summoned.

He casually hurled the summoned fireball at the gray fog wall, but the fireball was silently swallowed up by the flowing gray fog on the wall, without causing the slightest ripple.

Ronan's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.

He took a deep breath, about to speak to Moriel, when suddenly, as if sensing something, his expression shifted slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly took out something he had almost forgotten from his Space Ring. "This is troublesome."

A moment later, Ronan returned to Moriel's side, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Neither magic nor physical attacks are effective against the walls, which prevent air movement. Furthermore, once you leave the ground above a certain height, the walls here will extend upwards indefinitely."

"Oh."

Moriel gave a casual reply, seemingly not listening.

Ronan frowned. "You don't seem worried at all?"

What are you worried about?

Moriel countered with a question.

"We'll end up like those wizards who came in before us, never to leave again!"

Ronan looked at her expressionlessly.

"Then we might as well die here together since we can't get out."

With her hands behind her back, Moriel smiled, showing no sign of anxiety whatsoever, as if she were not in a dark, eerie, and terrifying ancient labyrinth, but in a sunny, fragrant meadow.

Ronan looked at her quietly without saying a word, but the air around him grew colder and more oppressive.

Moriel seemed oblivious, her face still beaming with a bright smile. She even took a few steps closer to Ronan, tilting her head up to look at him with interest.

Time passed by, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Just as it was about to reach its peak, everything suddenly calmed down.

The coldness on Ronan's face vanished in an instant.

"Never mind.

It's no use questioning you now.

He turned around and walked calmly in one direction.

"Find the exit first."

In what seemed like an instant, he completely forgave Moriel for what she had done.

Moriel stared at Ronan's retreating figure in astonishment; clearly, Ronan's attitude and reaction were completely unexpected.

She frowned, unable to understand, and could only lift her foot and hurry to catch up.

The two were in a straight passage with high walls made of flowing gray fog on both sides, and the sky above them was also gray, as if shrouded in a thick fog that would never dissipate.

The surrounding light was neither dim nor bright. There seemed to be a mysterious force in the air, which prevented spiritual power from extending too far. As soon as it touched the Ash Mist Wall, it would disappear without a trace. Ronan strolled in the straight passage that seemed to have no end. He was at the very center between the two high walls of gray mist. Every step he took was as precise as if he had measured it with a ruler. He was looking down, seemingly lost in thought.

She heard light footsteps behind her and Moriel caught up with him, walking alongside him.

"Hey, let me tell you something. On this trip, I met a woman on the road who uses Ice Magic just like you, but she's much more powerful than you."

They seem to have come from the Northernmost Land, searching for something...

"The Northernmost Land..."

Ronan's eyes flickered, but he replied casually, "You fought with her?"

Moriel blinked. "How did you know?"

"Isn't this your usual style?"

You never hit her, right?

Ronan spoke slowly and deliberately, not even looking at her, and continued walking straight ahead.

"Just a little bit short! After all, she's level five!"

Moriel kept talking to Ronan about random things, while Ronan's gaze kept wandering between the gray, foggy walls on either side, occasionally looking up.

Suddenly, Ronan spoke up abruptly, "Why haven't you gone to see Serena again? Didn't you used to love causing her trouble?"

"She?"

Moriel shook her head. "Ever since she killed her brother, she's become completely boring."

"Did he kill her brother?"

Ronan paused, stopped, and looked at Moriel with a slightly surprised expression. "That missing Garcia Alba?"

"Who else could it be?"

Moriel twirled her Short Staff in a graceful flourish and casually said, "Garcia Alba, the most talented heir to the Alba Royal Family. Many people believe he will succeed the current Alba King Garcia Alba, Serena is not even worth a little toe. But ironically..."

Moriel smirked and said with a hint of sarcasm, "The most promising prince of the Alba Royal Family lost his life for a concubine 'Princess whom no one thought highly of."

"Those days Serena, must be really tough right now..."

Ronan's eyes flickered as he spoke slowly.

"Perhaps."

Anyway, I have absolutely no interest in her anymore.

Oh, right, there's one more thing..."

The two walked for a while, Ronan seemed to finally be unable to stand Moriel's incessant chatter like a sparrow. He paused slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "How come I never realized you could talk so much before?"

The talking around me stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, Ronan was kicked in the shin for no reason.

He frowned slightly and turned to look at Moriel, but Moriel widened her eyes and met his gaze without backing down.

Ronan avoided her gaze, acting as if he couldn't be bothered to argue with her, smoothed out the wrinkles in his robes, and continued forward.

After taking only a few steps, I found myself at the end of the maze, with a left turn ahead.

Ronan blinked and quickened his pace slightly.

Turning the corner, another straight passage appeared before you, the only difference being that this passage was filled with a faint gray mist.

Ronan casually grabbed a strand and gently rubbed it between his fingers, but couldn't detect anything unusual.

The two continued forward along the new passage. The fog inside the passage gradually increased, and the air temperature seemed to be slowly decreasing, with a slightly pungent smell.

Ronan felt something tug at his arm. Turning his head, he found Moriel standing very close to him, one hand tightly gripping the hem of his robe sleeve, her pretty face slightly tense.

Ronan found it somewhat amusing; he noticed that Moriel Moriel to have changed a lot since their last meeting.

Of course, it could also be his imagination. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this Minotaur's Endless Labyrinth.

Ronan immediately rejected any slight improvement in his opinion of Moriel that had just begun to form in his mind, and "pulled" Moriel forward.

We didn't walk far down this passage before we saw its end again, and the next section of the passage turned to the right.

At this moment, Moriel released her grip on Ronan's sleeve, walked past him, and jogged towards the corner ahead, as if she wanted to scout ahead.

"Etc!"

Ronan grabbed her and stared intently at one spot.

It was in a passageway near the corner, where the fog seemed particularly thick, even appearing to be tinged with black.

On the walls on both sides, some gray mist even condensed eerily, wriggling like living things.

Something's not right.

Ronan spoke slowly, "Don't go over there yet."

Just as Moriel was about to retort as usual, a figure suddenly emerged from around the corner ahead.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe with gold patterns, his expression was cold, and there was a hint of arrogance between his brows.

As soon as the gray-robed man appeared, his eyes met those of Ronan and the other man, and then a strong glint flashed in his eyes.

"I was just wondering where to look for you! Turns out you're here!"

Upon seeing the two, the gray-robed man sneered, his figure blurring as he swiftly charged towards them.

This person was one of the two Level Five Wizards who had chased the two men outside the maze.

Seeing that their paths had crossed, Moriel's expression changed, and she instinctively stepped back, trying to pull Ronan back. However, Ronan remained motionless, staring at the strange passage between them.

Seeing that there weren't many of them, the gray-robed wizard's grin widened. He moved with astonishing speed, rushing into the passage shrouded in eerie gray mist in the blink of an eye.

Then, as if disturbing a quiet school of fish, the gray mist that permeated the entire passage became restless, and wisps of it tightly bound the gray-robed wizard's entire body like ropes.

The gray-robed wizard's expression changed drastically, and his powerful spiritual energy, characteristic of Level Five Wizard, burst forth as he struggled desperately.

At this moment, long, slender arms, all skin and bones, sprouted from the gray mist walls on both sides of that passage and quickly grabbed the gray-robed wizard.

"Giggle giggle"

Accompanied by a series of eerie chattering sounds, four bald, strange human heads with only a few strands of hair hanging from their foreheads silently emerged from the thick gray fog.

"How long has it been since a new person joined?"

"Flesh and blood! Delicious flesh and blood."

"Mine, all of them are mine!"

"Don't take it from me! Don't take it from me!"

"Giggle giggle"

Four eerie and terrifying human heads emitted sharp, strange sounds, a mixture of crying and laughing, before opening their pitch-black maws and biting down hard on the gray-robed wizard.

The latter was shocked, and a dazzling light burst forth from its body in an instant. However, before the light could gather, it was torn apart by those sharp, slender fingers.

Immediately following, amidst the gray-robed wizard's terrified roar, his entire body was torn to pieces like a rag by countless giant hands, his flesh and blood splattering as four heads devoured him.

A panicked soul sprang out from the bloody corpse, but before it could escape, it was grabbed tightly by a large hand and shoved haphazardly into the gaping mouth of a human head.

"Crunch, crunch—"

In the quiet passage, only the sounds of Greed chewing could be heard.

Moriel seemed completely stunned by the horrifying scene before her, standing motionless.

A chill ran through Ronan's heart.

A Level Five Wizard couldn't even resist or escape; he was being devoured alive right before his eyes! Ronan took a deep breath, quickly grabbed Moriel's hand, and exhaled heavily.

"Walk!"