Cyn tossed the poster aside. Regardless of everything, he had to move forward—to see who was waiting for him in the cross hall.
He felt pressure looming in the air.
He stepped out of the corridor leading to the Arena of Screams, the sign above clearly bearing its name. Miguel and Ramon were left on the ground behind him as he stood there, staring toward the opposite side of the arena.
Footsteps echoed—coming from the corridor facing him.
They sounded distant, reverberating faintly, yet Cyn knew they were close—approaching rapidly.
Tap. Tap tap tap.
The opposite corridor.
Cyn lifted his gaze to the sign above. He had looked at it before.
CIPHER ZERO — Entrance
Suddenly, pressure closed in from all directions, as if he were being attacked by an invisible enemy. Yet he did not avert his eyes from the corridor ahead. The footsteps continued to approach, echoing despite the distance.
The Scar's voice rang in his mind, warning him:
