The only one to make it out of the battle between Zach and the Child of the Hydra unscathed was Borso. He had listened to Zach when he said run, and boy did Borso run. He put his legs on his back and hauled ass. He ran quicker than he had ever done before despite running on sand.
Borso instincts were screaming at him that if he didn’t run with all he had, he would be a goner.
It was just that his instincts were a little oversensitive.
Borso wasn’t even strong enough to pop up on the Child’s radar. If he had stayed, and the Child won, he would have died eventually. But since he poofed at once while the Child only cared about Zach, he had also poofed from the Child’s mind.
If the Child were alive and were to be asked how many people had arrived at the nineteenth floor, interrupting its worm massacre, he would have answered three. He didn’t even remember Borso.
But Borso remembered him.
While Borso was confident Zach and the others were already doomed, he was not planning to give up that easily. He wasn’t just running away. He was looking for the Sesha who should be on the nineteenth floor.
The Ugri camp they had encountered on the eighteenth floor was the kind that the tribe set up for security. It was the kind they set up when they didn’t have their strongest warriors with them.
That meant the stronger warriors had moved on to the next floor.
There weren’t any Sesha corpses around the Child, but there were a lot of worms. That meant the Sesha were still on the floor since they weren’t dead, and they wouldn’t have found enough worms to kill and move to the next floor.
As long as he ran around like a headless chicken, Borso was confident he would find someone to help sooner or later. And that’s what he did.
When his feet were sore and blistered, his legs made of lead, and his lungs ablaze, Borso finally stumbled into a group of Sesha.
He started celebrating until he saw their bigger-than-average physiques, dark clothes, and bear markings.
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The Maura tribe.
Since he had seen them, they had naturally also seen him. It was too late to look for others.
Borso hurried to steady his breathing. If he couldn’t answer the warriors’ questions quickly enough…He didn’t even want to imagine it.
A few hours later, he returned to the scene of battle, laughing and joking with the friendly bear-like warriors of the Maura tribe. They were big and intimidating, no doubt. But they weren’t prideful pricks like the warriors of the Ugri tribe that Borso was used to. They were still prideful, but they weren’t pricks about, especially not toward Borso who had made it all the way to the nineteenth floor.
Even if it wasn’t all due to his own efforts, he still had the guts to go that deep when many of his tribe had stayed on the eighteenth floor.
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The Maura warriors were skeptical about the whole Child of the Hydra part of his story, but they had also seen the twelfth floor. There were undoubtedly others also traversing the Labyrinth, and they were strong.
And while the Maura warriors wanted to proceed to the next floor, it wasn’t like they were having much luck finding the worms they needed to kill. They might as well entertain Borso and follow him back to where he had left his friends to fight a foe strong enough to make Borso wince just thinking about it.
That part of him wasn’t as honorable. But they couldn’t blame him for it.
Sometimes, surviving was the right decision, especially if the fight was doomed from the start.
When they arrived, the first thing they saw was a pile of worms, each one the size of a house. They looked mostly untouched, aside from the injuries that killed them.
That meant no one had dug around for the crystals in the center of their bodies, which were necessary to move to the next floor. The Child knew what it was doing. If he had won and wanted to move to the next floor, he would have taken the crystals.
Since that hadn’t happened, he was probably still on this floor.
If Borso’s claims that Zach was strong were correct, maybe the Child was tending to their injuries before proceeding deeper into the Labyrinth.
Instantly, the Maura warriors’ guards rose. Some drew their weapons. Others had fur start to poke out of the skin on their forearms as their muscles started swelling. They were ready to transform.
Another couple of steps brought them around one of the worms to where the fight had gone down.
Surrounded by splatters of blood dying the sand red was a blood-soaked corpse with its chest brutally crushed. The damage to the corpse and the markings in the surroundings were proof of the brutal fight that had led to the death of one fight.
Borso narrowed his eyes for a moment as he looked at the corpse.
That wasn’t Zach. He wanted to cheer, but he could tell that the fight hadn’t been one-sided.
He and the Maura warriors followed the trail of blood drops leading through the sand. It would take them to the one who won.
However, at the end of the trail, they only found a maid sitting cross-legged in the sand with her eyes closed.
One of the warriors wanted to go up and poke her to see if she was alive. Another pulled him back as the gleam of a dagger flashed out and pointed at them.
If the warrior had reached out with a hand to poke Alzara, he would have lost it.
Alzara looked at the warriors with narrowed eyes before glancing to the side. The warriors were ready to fight.
Alzara stuffed away her daggers and sat down again. She had no intention to fight.
"Leave," she said.