The battle raged on, and the Slayers slowly got used to fighting. The shock of killing people they once knew started to fade.
They understood now, those people were gone. What remained were monsters wearing their faces. There was no saving them.
The more of their friends they slew, the more the anger toward the Black Church burned in their hearts.
With every attack, every spell, and every fallen enemy, the number of Corrupted Beasts shrank. The battle, once hopeless, now seemed winnable.
The students pushed forward, heading deeper into the Labyrinth, towards the Black Church's ritual Place.
Everything was going well or so it seemed.
Suddenly, a deep, ancient rumbling spread from the heart of the Labyrinth. It wasn't just noise—a feeling, a vibration that sank into bones and clawed at souls.
The ground shook and the rocks overhead began to tremble as well.
Everyone turned pale as they realized that things were too late,
