The Labyrinth was honest. A monster did not lie about its hunger and a spear did not lie about its reach. But as Vane stood in the center of the Villa 3 training hall, his feet aching in silk stockings, he realized that Valerica Sol was far more dangerous than any Rank 4 Construct.
"Again," Valerica said.
Her voice was as cold as a winter morning. She stood in the center of the room with her blouse sleeves rolled up, watching Vane's every move with the eyes of a hawk.
