Horrors of Human Imagination

Cold fury crossed Chadstone’s face, but he was the youngest and powerless against whatever the Ancients might choose to inflict on him.

“Stay out of my way and out of my game,” he snarled, spun away, and vanished.

He reappeared outside the walls of the second chamber of the maze and watched, eyes narrowed, as the girls fled. He could control the entire flow of the spell if he chose, but he wanted to see what horrors humans would inflict upon themselves with their own imaginations.

“What now?” Srina cried.

Minka paused, staggered. Her hand went to her chest.

“Minka!”