Chapter 60

Sophia’s POV

The night stretched on endlessly, heavy with silence and the weight of what we had lost. Though Elijah’s words gave me hope, my heart still ached with fear for Lucas. None of us dared to sleep deeply, each sound of the wind making us tense, each shadow in the distance reminding us of the chaos we barely survived.

When dawn finally broke, pale light spilling over the barren land, we gathered ourselves once more. The battlefield behind us still reeked of ash and blood, but ahead lay a new path—one we could not avoid. Injured, weary, and unsure of what waited for us, we pressed forward.

It wasn’t long before the trees grew unnaturally thick, the air heavy with an otherworldly tension. We had reached it—the place spoken of in whispers, a place no one sane wished to enter.

The Maze of False Tales.

And so, with what little strength and courage remained, we stepped inside.

The story of the maze went that when the seven gods took refug