Chapter 37: The Monster Within the Labyrinth, Manticore (1)
Crunch, crunch—!
The Manticore ravenously devoured its prey, snapping its jagged teeth together.
The sound of it chewing succulent at echoed through the silent space.
‘This way!’
anwhile, Gale and the others, who had been frozen in place, snapped back to their senses and once again hid inside the barrier Sercia had created.
There was no attempt to respond to the sudden chaos.
‘We endure… until that thing moves away.’
They focused entirely on minimizing their breathing, their presence, anything that might give away the fact that they were still alive.
Those who had awakened their mana were born with heightened instincts, and such instincts often acted like a sixth sense.
—If we’re discovered here… we’re dead.
As they held their breath in silence,
The Manticore, licking the blood from its lips with its snake-like tongue, slowly rose.
Its massive body lood like a mountain.
Boom—! Boom—!
Relishing the long-awaited al, the Manticore began walking leisurely, and each step sent tremors through the ground.
But suddenly, it stopped. Gale and his group tensed up.
Fortunately, the grey eyes wide open were not staring at them, but at the murals painted all around the sealed chamber.
The Manticore laughed hoarsely, but its face soon twisted into a wrathful snarl.
Its gaze fixated on a particular mural on the ceiling—
It depicted a blond-haired man wielding lightning, as if ready to strike down.
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