Dramatic Reunion

"Oh... what the hell is going on here?"

Alex muttered, his eyes scanning the area as he turned his head left, then right.

The people standing before him were all too familiar.

Onigi—the old Ronin, standing firm as ever, his hand resting lightly on his sword's hilt.

Dorion—the scythe-wielding teen, the one with ties to the Blood Monarch, his expression unreadable.

And then there was another guy.

A warrior clad in heavy armor, gripping a massive greatsword.

Alex could feel the tension crackling between Onigi and Dorion, the way their stances were slightly angled toward each other, their fingers twitching toward their weapons.

It wasn't hard to guess what was going on.

A fight was brewing.

But it wasn't his fight.

He had zero intention of getting involved.

Whether they killed each other or not?

Not his problem.

He just wanted out of this damned maze.

Then—

Footsteps.

He turned.