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The cost was immense. Estes exhausted his divine essence to heal Martis after the Ashura King took a blow meant for Karina. “I don’t need your pity, elf,” Martis snarled, but his cracked armor and bleeding eyes told a different story. “I need more enemies.”

Alice vanished in a puff of smoke, muttering about “sentimental rodents.”

Martis dropped to one knee, not from exhaustion but from disappointment. “It’s over?” he grumbled.

Alice stepped forward, dark magic coiling around her claws. “Your Void will devour my kingdom of souls, snake. I am here for my property.”

Finally, they reached the . Yu Zhong stood upon a dais of obsidian, his scaled wings spread wide, channeling the Eclipse Array through a floating shard of the Twilight Orb. He laughed when he saw them.

Estes collapsed, his duty done. Only Karina remained standing, staring at the rubber chicken. She picked it up, squeezed it, and it let out a pitiful squeak.

Yu Zhong’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. He was not the master; he was a prisoner of his own ambition. The Void was already gnawing at his sanity.

Their journey through the Labyrinth was a gauntlet of Yu Zhong’s nightmares—echoes of fallen heroes turned to shadow. They fought a twisted, weeping , whose cosmic energy had been inverted into a black hole. They clashed with a phantom Argus , whose immortality had become a curse of endless, screaming resurrection.