The Catacombs echoed with chaos.
Maki walked through it like it was a shopping mall.
She passed a student dangling upside down from a rune-net trap, screaming for help. Another limped past her, charred and coughing from a blast that probably wasn't even meant for them. Two others were locked in a fierce battle a few paces ahead, two different gifts fighting over which is superior.
Maki didn't flinch. She didn't even glance.
She just kept walking, boots crunching against the cracked stone floor, arms folded, eyes locked forward.
They weren't her problem.
She was getting close now.
The center of the Catacombs.
That place was the only site here where one can gain administrative control over the Catacombs.
It couldn't have been the students though, they would have to pass through multiple guardians, hell-difficulty traps and unfair test to get there.
Just then—The Catacombs shook.
A wave of pressure slammed through the corridors like a divine pulse.
Dust rained down.
