The moment Tangze stepped into the mirror maze, all he could see were countless reflections of himself advancing from every direction, as though innumerable versions of him had appeared before every mirror at once.
Even in reality, the maze was visually spectacular enough. Magnified and distorted by the Palace, it became overwhelmingly oppressive. Every beam of incoming light was endlessly refracted, projected, and interwoven into a bizarre, kaleidoscopic scene.
The maze had not looked especially tall from the outside, but once inside, all he could see were towering mirror walls confronting one another at impossible angles. The endlessly replicated layers of images made it impossible to distinguish direction or elevation, leaving everything chaotic and dizzying.
Tangze frowned and looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who was following close behind him.
This was only the entrance. For now, they could still distinguish the mirror walls from the real people. Once they went farther in, with reflections that could launch attacks from the mirrors at any moment, getting lost would be almost inevitable.
The two people with vision-specialized abilities somehow reached the same conclusion through an eye mask and sunglasses. Then Tangze pulled the scarf from around his neck and flicked his wrist.
The scarf transformed into a rope and flexibly stretched backward, wrapping around everyone's wrists one by one and linking them all together.
"This will do. It'll keep us from getting separated." Tangze took hold of the end of the rope like a teacher leading children on a field trip. "Don't touch the mirrors around you. If you get attacked, warn everyone immediately."
This was one of the maze's difficulties. In an ordinary mirror maze, if one could not tell whether something was a reflection or an exit, one only needed to reach out and touch it. But in this utterly unfriendly