As the young men fought titans and analytical formulas, the air in the labyrinth was heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone, charged with accumulated spiritual energy.
The Formation Realm participants, known for their versatility and ability to combine cultivation techniques with array formations, stood in the labyrinth as an organized unit. Each of the youths carried with them a formation artifact, glowing with runes that connected them into an invisible network, the luminous threads of which flickered like spider webs in the dim light.
As they passed through an arched doorway of black stone, the leader of the group, Caleb, raised his hand in signal, his voice echoing with clear authority off the nearby walls.
"Brace yourselves. Do not let your guard down."
The other four participants nodded in unison.