Horrors of Hell [8]

There was nothing stranger or more unsettling than being in a world regarded as hell, navigating one of its mazes, and encountering nothing but silence.

It would make even the most experienced warriors uneasy.

Azriel and Yelena found themselves victims of that very disquiet, moving wordlessly through the labyrinth.

Not a single attack.

No lurking danger.

No void worm.

Nothing.

They walked on, endlessly shifting from one corridor to the next.

They were lost.

If the void dungeon was designed to kill Azriel, this maze felt like its paradox—no threats approached him at all.

"Are we destined to wander forever, trapped here without an exit?" Yelena's voice carried a dark edge, her face shadowed with worry.

Azriel chuckled softly.

"You're exaggerating. It's barely been a day since we entered. Besides, if we're not back on Earth in six more days, my mother will send the best soldiers."