At the exact moment the explosion from Ezra's Baske 1945 clash with Pamela's AA-12 shook the maze corridor, the shockwave rolled through the stone passages like a warning bell.
Felix and his group heard it clearly.
They saw the smoke rising from a distant turn in the maze.
"So… it has started," Gareth said calmly, standing with his hands folded behind his back as he stared toward the drifting cloud.
"That's not my concern right now," Felix snapped.
He slammed his fist hard against the stone wall beside him.
The impact echoed.
"Those bastard twins…"
His teeth ground together.
"Underestimating me."
"Relax, Sir Felix," Page said gently, pointing at the fresh bandage wrapped around his stomach. "You don't want your wound reopening."
