Following the sound, Tangze found his target this time.
—A chariot racing forward at high speed, mercilessly crushing the collapsing bricks and stones beneath it.
The exceptionally tall, armored man standing atop the chariot noticed Tangze's arrival almost the instant he stepped into the upper level. With a flick of the reins in his hand, he turned toward him.
Gin truly was Gin. Even an opponent like Binga, who detested him, did not dare casually tarnish his reputation.
Within this inverted pyramid of wildly clashing styles, this cognitive Gin trapped at the very center of the labyrinth should, by design, have been a Minotaur bull-like monster with a bull's head and a human body. Yet what the Phantom Thief Troupe had found in the labyrinth was a version that seemed to have been stitched together with many elements of Theseus instead.
A sharp sword in one hand, a spear in the other; beneath his savage armor billowed a cape. The wooden chariot beneath his feet, painted with patterns, was drawn by two horses. The only thing that still reflected his identity was the shape of the horns on his armor.
To be fair, although this warrior's appearance should have looked valiant and imposing, Gin's own sinister image made him resemble the Lich King more than any legendary monster or hero of Athens.
His combat strength had the Lich King's flair as well.
Almost the instant he was targeted, Tangze reflexively sprang from where he had been standing.
A spear stabbed viciously into the spot beneath him, nearly grazing the soles of his shoes.
"Impressive..." Tangze clicked his tongue, adjusting his posture in midair. "Just as expected of you, Gin."
By Tangze's estimation, every cognitive Gin would be shaped by the Palace owner's impression of Gin. Yet what filled the core