The cold and damp air accumulated in the narrow corridor, almost turning into a tangible entity, as five young female apprentices cautiously advanced, each breath filled with turbid moisture.
Although the vast majority of apprentices were stalled by the first layer's undead, quite a few managed to break through the undead blockade and reach the deeper parts of the maze.
Unexpectedly for many magic apprentices, starting from the second layer, did the difficulty of the maze trial suddenly decrease?
Here, there were no wandering undead of inconceivable nature, and even the traps had finally turned into forms they had seen in their textbooks...
"Finally got rid of those damned skeletons..."
"That Merk is really neurotic; where did he get those troublesome guys from?"
"Could it be someone is controlling them from behind? I think their actions don't seem like ordinary undead at all. They seem manipulated by a necromancer..."
