They continued their journey through the maze, the glowing moss above lighting their way with its soft, unnatural brilliance.
As they moved, the walls around them shifted subtly in tone and color, as if the maze was somehow tracking them.
Zuzu led them forward, her eyes scanning each intersection and each bend, feeling the flow of the water with her feet in it.
It wasn't as easy as it would've been outside the deep. It was as if the Deep was intentionally blocking the currents to not not allow him know the route.
They finally reached a junction where the path split into two possible directions.
One leading into a narrow corridor, and the other wider but covered in a faint mist.
"I definitely hope it's not that one." Thorn said, eyeing the narrow corridor.
Zuzu paused.
She couldn't sense the right path with just her feet in the water.
So, she knelt at the fork, dipping her fingers into the water. Her eyes closed.
