Bab 117: Chapter 117: Maze Hussle

As the group darted through the narrow ice-covered corridors, the biting cold of the cavern sent chills down their spines. Sharp icicles the size of spears rained down from above with every step they took, forcing them to zigzag frantically.

The icy projectiles shattered upon impact with the ground, spraying shards in every direction. Their breath came out in visible puffs, matching the pace of their hurried footsteps.

"Why do these things always aim for me!?" Aiden shouted, narrowly dodging an icicle that embedded itself right where his head had been a moment ago. He yelped and stumbled to the side, only to slip on the slick ice beneath his feet.

"Because the universe knows you need to work on your reflexes!" Jert shot back with a grin, gracefully side-stepping another falling spike.