Hours Later
Satou didn't know exactly how long he'd been fighting. Time became meaningless in the maze, with its identical corridors and constant stream of enemies.
He'd killed seventeen Maze Stalkers so far. Each one required multiple strikes to put down. Each fight left him a little more tired, a little slower.
His Enhanced Hearing was proving invaluable, he could track enemies through the walls, hear them coming before they reached him. His Echolocation helped him map the maze, though the images were still fuzzy and difficult to interpret.
But he was learning. Adapting.
The Maze Stalkers had a pattern. They attacked from side passages, trying to catch him by surprise. But they were also slow to turn once they committed to an attack. If he could bait them into lunging past him, he could strike their backs where their mud-armor was thinnest.
