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“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

The desolation stretched before them, a vast cavern carved from the very heart of the mountain. An oppressive silence hung in the air, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water from unseen crevices. The air crackled with a raw, chaotic energy, making the hairs on Maya's arms stand on end. Professor Thorne stood beside them, her face drawn but her eyes filled with a steely resolve. "This is it," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "The heart of the labyrinth, the nexus of the ley lines that bind Xol'thul."

Then he vanishes again. When he comes back, it’s with a ring this time, one the size of his head. Its property is unknown, but it shimmers with lights that seem alive, looking like a colorful snake slithers inside it. The object could break if it falls; that is how fragile it looks. The Realm’s Future, they call it. It is also the only thing with color in the Labyrinth, aside from the Umbra Crown’s golden eyes that are now peering at my face pores.

"The labyrinth responds to the queen's will. Each door will open only when the level has been completed. There are no shortcuts, and there are no traps... except the ones you choose to create yourselves." That last sentence hung in the air with a weight I didn't particularly like. Sokaris and I exchanged a glance. We didn't need words to know exactly who the other was thinking about. The door opened with a low creak, revealing a circular chamber illuminated by blue torches. Two figures were already waiting in the center: a wolf from the Eastern Pack and his ally, a minor warlock whose eyes were blindfolded while violet energy shimmered around his hands. "Welcome to the first level," an incor

Evelyn pushed through, breath ragged, only to find herself in a larger, more open space—a lab. But it wasn’t just any lab. Rows of glass tanks lined the walls, each one filled with strange, contorted forms floating in liquid. Some were humanoid. Others were monstrous, twisted versions of animals that didn’t belong to this world. “This is it,” Anika whispered. “This is where they made them.” Evelyn’s eyes scanned the room in horror. These were the creatures Sloan had been building. Hybrid experiments—some more successful than others. This was what she’d done to Emily. This was what they had to stop.

I led the core: Ava, cradling Alexander in a warded sling that pulsed with Grandma's runes; Mara with her tech arsenal; and Grandma herself, cane tapping like a metronome of doom. The Ouroboros's lair was a cathedral buried beneath the Charles Bridge, its entrance a sewer grate warded with blood-ink sigils that screamed when we approached. Elias Draven shattered them with a gesture, his brother's counter-chant sealing the breach behind us. We descended into labyrinthine depths: vaulted chambers of obsidian and bone, lit by floating orbs that wept mercury tears. The air reeked of decay and dark alchemy—jars of hybrid hearts pulsing on shelves, altars stained with the remnants of failed ritual

The static snarls, *wrong, wrong, wrong*. “You’re not real,” I say. Renn tilts his head. ***Aren’t I?*** The ground splits, swallowing us whole. --- **The Labyrinth** We land in a maze of mirrors, each reflection a prison for a stolen soul. Veyra claws at the glass, her blood smearing Renn’s smirking face. “He’s gone,” I snap, yanking her back. “That thing is a *mimic*.” “Then why does it hurt?” she rasps.

The labyrinth had adapted, and the real test, the one that would define them, was only beginning. The air thickened, heavy with anticipation, as they stepped into the widened chamber. Crimson veins pulsed along the walls, glowing brighter, like the heartbeat of the labyrinth itself. Every step echoed against the stone, bouncing back distorted, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion. Aria’s glow lit the way, but even its radiance seemed fragile against the oppressive weight pressing down from above.

"That I can't have kids?" I squirmed, about to compliment her, but she hugged me tight. Her eyes sparkled like green jewels as she looked at me. "Honey, do you want to?" Her eyes cast a spell on me, and I nodded, my face warm. During the Bonding Ceremony, I felt so warm and fuzzy. "Why's it so soft?" Chloe winked at me. "Honey, you forgot. I'm from the Serpent race. We're naturally..." Later that night, she showed me that other rumors were wrong too.

"I see a laboratory built on a hellmouth. He is trying to create a god Elara. And he needs your son to fuel it." My blood ran cold. "Where?" I asked. "Where is this laboratory?" "It is where the land bleeds," the Matriarch said. "Look for the bleeding earth." She sat back down. The trance broke. "Go now," she dismissed us. "Before the dawn finds you." We left the Catacombs. We emerged into the cool Paris night. The rain had stopped. The streetlights reflected on the wet pavement. I looked at Kael. "Bleeding earth," I repeated. "What does that mean?"