Bab 822: Third Trial

Fein's gaze sharpened, his brows furrowing momentarily as he absorbed the riddle's essence. "That's simple. It's an echo," he replied, his tone dripping with condescension.

The Guardians exchanged glances, impressed by Fein's swift response. With each correct answer, Fein's confidence swelled, his laid-back demeanor radiating an aura of intellectual superiority. The riddles continued, each one more complex and mind-bending than the last, but Fein's super brain remained unfazed.

As he neared the heart of the maze, the final riddle echoed through the forest. "I have cities but no houses, forests but no trees, and rivers but no water. What am I?"

Fein's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes alight with a mischievous glimmer. "Ah, that's an interesting one. It's a map," he answered, his voice oozing with self-assurance.