Chapter 156: The Living Labyrinth

Thelma Zane’s Perspective The sight of the scratch marks on the rock wall filled me with unease. Under the dim light, the supposedly solid rock seemed to quiver ever so slightly. It wasn’t my imagination; it was moving, almost as if it were alive. My companions noticed it too, but none of us dared to voice our thoughts. There was a heaviness in the air, a shared confusion that silenced us. No one could comprehend this bizarre phenomenon, and the unknown pressed against our minds like an oppressive weight. Aldrich broke the silence, his voice low and contemplative. “What if time and space aren’t just distorted but have always been in chaos here? We assumed they were stable, with distortions happening now. But what if this place was formed with no stable space-time foundation at all?” His words struck a chord, illuminating a possibility that none of us had considered. Could that explain why the third group encountered the fourth mark? They weren’t faster than us in the conve