BANG.
Salivar fell to a knee, his forehead dripping with blood. His expression was entirely unreadable, and oddly enough, he didn't even glance toward Sylas. It was like he had forgotten the latter was there.
About four or so hours into the maze, he had realized something was wrong. He hadn't progressed forward as far as he should have, and he was taking more and more detours.
However, he had no way of confirming how things had gone so wrong… even though he had his guesses.
They had known from the beginning that the Weaver Guild wouldn't send someone incompetent to do something like this. The likes of a Legend certainly wouldn't take on just anyone as a Legacy Disciple.
Everyone knew the kind of weight that came with the title of Legend.
But even so… Salivar didn't expect this.
