Chapter 249: The Pincer Maneuver
The entrance to the Labyrinth wasn't a gate; it was a kill box.
We emerged from the jungle into a vast, circular plaza paved with obsidian. In the center stood the towering walls of the maze, shifting and grinding like the gears of a doomsday clock. But between us and that entrance lay two hundred meters of open ground.
Too quiet. Too open.
"Halt," Arthur said, raising a fist.
The air here felt different. It was vibrating. To the naked eye, it looked empty, but my glasses were painting a different picture. The ambient mana was fluctuating wildly—spiking in temperature on one side and plummeting on the other.
[Warning: Extreme Thermal Variance Detected]
[Left Sector: -40°C (Accumulating)]
[Right Sector: +400°C (Accumulating)]
"It's a trap," I said, my voice tight. "They're not hiding. They're charging."
"Who?" Leon asked, his hand drifting to his sword.
"Everyone who hates us," I replied.
