The Rogue’s Luna
Instead, a tall maze of steel and vines stood at the center, stretching into the trees beyond.
A trial of instinct and survival.
The rules were simple. Find your way out before sundown. No weapons. No help.
The catch?
You weren’t alone in the maze.
Mara touched my arm before I stepped forward. “This isn’t about speed. It’s about endurance.”
I nodded, tightening my ponytail. “I’ve got both.”
She smiled. “Then go show them what a rogue can do.”
I entered the maze last.
The second I stepped in, the shadows swallowed everything. The air was thicker here, laced with magic or memory—I couldn’t tell.