Chadstone felt them before he saw them, and icy rage coiled in his chest. He started to dismantle the illusory walls to break into the maze, but a tendril of shadow curled around his wrist, halted him. The Ancients were interfering with his game.
“How dare you!” he shouted, and darkness dripped off his words.
The Ancients’ laughter in reply was a musical fall of midnight stars.
“We’re passing through, Cub. But this is a most excellent game.”
Chadstone felt the shadows under his skin roil, desperate to break free. And then rune magic - powerful, alien - exploded in the maze.
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