Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
Like he was seeing something both miraculous and deeply, deeply dangerous.
“You did that,” he said quietly.
“Feels more like it did me,” I said, my laugh frayed. “But yeah. That one’s not in the brochure.”
He took a step toward me, then checked himself, as if afraid of interrupting whatever tenuous connection I’d established.
“You’re breaking its level,” he said. “The Labyrinth was never meant to… exit sideways.”
“Good,” I said.
The central mirror flickered, the cracked image of us scrambling to reform.