The next room they entered was nothing like the others. It was vast, almost infinite in its scale, and the walls were covered in intricate symbols that seemed to pulse with a strange, otherworldly energy. In the center of the room was a large, ornate clock, its hands spinning wildly, out of control.
"This place is... messed up," Ryo muttered, his eyes scanning the room. "What's with the clock? Is this some kind of time trial?"
Takumi stepped closer, studying the symbols on the walls. He could feel the weight of the room, the sense that time itself was slipping through their fingers. The maze was playing with them now—testing their perception, their ability to adapt to changing circumstances.
"This isn't just about time," Takumi said, his voice low. "This is about choices. The clock's not just a clock. It's a puzzle."
"Great, a puzzle," Haruka said with a nervous laugh, but Takumi could see the fear in her eyes. She was trying to stay calm, but this place felt... wrong.
Takumi focused on the clock. The symbols on the walls were like a code, a series of instructions leading to something they hadn't yet figured out. The clock's hands ticked forward, but there was something strange about the rhythm. It wasn't random. It was deliberate.
"We have to solve this," Takumi said, his voice firm. "We don't have much time. Let's figure this out together."
And so, they began to work. Haruka deciphered the symbols, Ryo tried to manipulate the clock's hands, and Takumi stayed in the center of it all, watching for any patterns, any signs that might lead them closer to the solution.