Bab 158: The Guardian of the 3rd Floor

Noah knew this was only a reprieve. The Minotaur was wounded but far from vanquished. He needed to strike again, and this time, he needed to make it count. He cast his eyes around the room, searching for his next advantage. His gaze fell on the throne, its obsidian surface reflecting the blinding white like a dark mirror. Perhaps, the key to defeating the beast lay not just in brute force, but in exploiting its environment.

A dangerous glint flickered in Noah's eyes. The throne, crafted from the same obsidian as the Minotaur's discarded axe, was more than just a seat. It was a potential weapon and a powerful one at that.