Chapitre 129: The Labyrinth Grove

The Labyrinth Grove was unlike any place ever seen or imagined. It was not merely a landscape but a living, breathing entity, ancient and untamed. The first step inside felt like crossing an invisible threshold into another world.

Eerie bioluminescent lights glowed softly, bathing the maze in a twilight that seemed neither day nor night. Towering trees reached impossibly high, their twisted trunks marked with scars of old battles and streaks of glowing sap. Their branches intertwined like outstretched claws, creating a canopy that seemed to whisper secrets. The air was thick with moisture and carried the faint scent of earth, magic, and the unmistakable tang of danger.