The thick scent of death and decay had intensified even further. Tracy frowned hard when she realised that the ragged and broken edges of the magical spells started to clash against her skin, like an electric storm. The magic was weaker than before, but still strong enough to lash against her existence.
"Don't get too close to the wall," Tracy said when she noticed that the men behind her took a step closer to the wall, as if following the curves of the wall would keep them safe. As if. The labyrinth changed every second. Even if they clung to it, they wouldn't be able to guarantee their safety. Instead, if they touched the uncontrolled magic with their bare hands, they might end up losing a piece of their soul. The last thing she wanted was to make that woman even stronger than she already was.
She glanced over her shoulder. "Unless you want to get sucked right into it and taken to god knows where."
