MAD END'S DECEPTION
His every nerve was on high alert, attuned to the strange energy pulsing through the night air.
‘Track Arah,’ he mentally ordered Ghulik.
“Yes, Master.”
He followed the goblin, the aftermath of pandemonium unfolding around him. They passed the Ferris wheel, where a dead body lay next to a fallen barricade, a black rod—likely a guard baton—impaled in the mouth of the poor man.
Blood splattered around the carousel too. It brought him relief when Ghulik assured him it wasn’t Arah’s.
They reached a facility with a Horror Maze sign, and Gildeon halted mid-step. Two teenagers blocked the entrance, their postures stiff like sentinels. Their eyes were blank, void of any emotion.
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