Three pieces.
Kyros assembled them with practiced hands, clicking each into place.
The sigil pulsed with soft white light.
"We did it," Mallory whispered, almost stunned.
"We're not done yet," Kyros said, pointing behind us.
The trees had parted to reveal the final exit—but standing between us and the end was a single figure.
Tall. Cloaked. Masked.
A warden of the maze.
"I thought there weren't supposed to be final bosses," Mallory muttered.
"Some teams get tested more than others," Selene replied coldly.
We formed a line, weapons drawn.
I didn't have claws or strength. But I had my mind. I had speed, instinct.
I was not going to let them down.
The fight was fast, brutal, like nothing we'd faced so far. The warden moved like smoke, shifting between us, trying to separate and confuse.
I took a hit to the ribs but rolled through it, drawing the warden's attention just long enough for Selene to strike from behind.
