Chapter 91: Participants in the Labyrinth

Despite the brilliance of the other kingdoms, the young geniuses of Eryndor walked, even separately, as if they were dancing to a pre-established choreography.

Every step, every decision, flowed with an almost disconcerting efficiency.

They faced the challenges not with surprise, but with the calm analysis of someone who had already deciphered the hidden patterns of the place.

The synergy between physical strength, control of the Dao, and sharp intelligence was his trademark, a combination rigorously cultivated.

A boy from Eryndor, his face serious beneath dark bangs, stepped into a seemingly innocuous hallway. The floor was a quilt of stone slabs engraved with complex geometric symbols.

His first, cautious step triggered a trap.

Ffft! Ffft!

Poison darts hissed from the walls, burying themselves in the stone where he had been standing moments before. He recoiled, his eyes scanning the plates with laser-like intensity.