Chapter 95: The Exit from the Labyrinth

After hours of grueling, unrelenting challenges, the first to step through the gleaming portal were some of Eryndor's many young prodigies, their confident, rhythmic strides and impeccable postures making it clear why they were considered the elite among talents.

Leading a group of proud faces was a silver-haired, sharp-eyed youth, a look of calculated triumph etched on his face. He had solved most of the traps with cold intelligence, guiding his group with surgical precision through the dangers.

Right behind her, Seraphina, her hair flowing, still had traces of runes glowing faintly on her hands, indicating that she had used her technique intensely to expel the monsters from the labyrinth. The air around her still trembled with residual energy.

The group's duelist, his face scarred by a shallow cut, stood beside her gripping his sword tightly, the dark, slimy traces of the defeated creatures still darkening the metal of the blade.