"When is this going to end?"
Arlo grumbled, trudging along a narrow path, following Draja's lead.
"Are we even heading the right way?"
Arlo's voice echoed with frustration. They had been navigating the labyrinth for two days, encountering nothing but trails leading to dead ends. Each time they reached a dead end, they were forced to backtrack and choose a different path. The only consolation was the absence of monsters.
"Enough! Quit your crying. How would I know if we are going in the right direction?"
Draja retorted, her patience wearing thin with Arlo's constant complaints.
"But you were the one who claimed to know the route."
"Shut up. Just stick close," Hilde barked, her voice echoing off the labyrinth walls.
Over the course of two days, Arlo and Draja had developed an unlikely camaraderie, akin to that of a younger brother and older sister.