Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Desperate Fight

Thomas turned his head and saw that the ghost and fire beast that chased him at first was still driving this way, but the speed slowed down-a metal claw was clenched and released, and it was clenched and released, as if mocking Thomas. Even it knows I'm screwed, he thought.Despite all the efforts, he ended up in such a field, surrounded by ghosts and fire beasts.It's over, without even a week of memorable memories, his life has come to an end. In full of sadness, he made a decision that he would fight to the death. He didn't want to run straight to the first chasing him in a one-on-three.The ugly creature took a step back and stopped dancing his paws, as if shocked by his audacity.Thomas mustered up his courage, roaring as he ran.

The ghost fire beast suddenly woke up: the spikes pierced through the skin, and it rolled forward, looking as if it was going to fight the enemy hard.Thomas was also stunned, and the courage he had gathered with great difficulty was gone at once, but under the action of inertia, he kept running forward. Just as he was about to hit it, just as Thomas could see the metal, hair, and slime on the Griever, he stopped with his left foot and lurched to the right.The ghost fire beast had too much momentum and couldn't stop. It passed Thomas directly, and then stopped trembling all over.Thomas noticed that it moved much faster than before.The Griever let out a metallic whine, preparing to pounce on its prey.Now that Thomas was no longer surrounded by the Griever, he could run in a straight line unhindered.

He stumbled and ran as hard as he could.The sounds of the hunt—a quartet this time—followed.He surpassed his physical limit and ran desperately, trying his best not to think that it was only a matter of time before the ghost fire beast caught up. After running through three corridors, two hands suddenly stretched out in the darkness and dragged him into a corridor next to him.Thomas struggled so hard that his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.It turned out to be Minho!He no longer struggles. "how……" "Shut up and follow me!" Minho shouted.He pulled Thomas off the ground.

Thomas had no time to think, and ran after Minho, turning again and again.Minho seemed to know what he was doing and where he was going, he didn't stop once, and kept running forward. Just before turning the next corner, Minho spoke.He was out of breath and forced out a sentence: "I just saw...you turn...I have a...idea...we just...hold on for a while." Thomas didn't waste his energy asking more questions, he kept running after Minho.He didn't need to look back to know that the ghost fire beasts were gradually catching up.There was pain all over his body, from the inside to the outside, and his limbs seemed to be crying for him not to run away.He still gritted his teeth and persisted, as long as his heart was still beating, he would not stop.

After a few more turns, Thomas saw something unexpected ahead.Something seemed… wrong, but… the faint light from the Seeker confirmed what he was seeing. It wasn't another wall that awaited them at the end of the corridor. but dark. They ran into the darkness, and Thomas squinted, trying to figure out what was ahead.The left and right walls covered with vines seem not to be connected to anything except the sky above.He can see the stars.As he ran closer, he saw that it was an open space—the end of the maze. How could this be?Thomas was puzzled, how could Minho and I have found them so easily after searching for them for so many years?

Minho seemed to sense his thoughts. "Don't get excited." He managed to utter these words. When the corridor was almost at the end, Minho slowed down, raised his hand to stop Thomas, and signaled him to stop too.Thomas stopped running and walked out of the maze into the darkness.The ghosts and fire beasts were chasing after him, but he had to see what happened here. They did get out of the maze, but as Minho said, there was nothing to be excited about.Thomas looked around, from top to bottom, from left to right, there was nothing but emptiness and faint stars.The sight was strange and unsettling, as if he were standing on the edge of the universe.He was a little dizzy, and his knees went weak for a while.

Dawn was approaching, and it seemed to be getting brighter with each passing minute.Thomas looked around in disbelief, not understanding what was going on.This labyrinth seems to have been built on purpose, and then left to float in the air, suspended in an eternity of nothingness. "I don't understand." He whispered, wondering if Minho could hear him. "Be careful," Minho, who is a walker, responded, "Don't be the first fool to fall off the cliff." He grabbed Thomas by the shoulder, "Did you forget something?" He turned back to the maze looked in the direction.

Thomas remembered that he had heard the word cliff before, but didn't understand it at the time.Now seeing the vast expanse of sky in front of him and below him, he was almost hypnotized, and his spirit was in a trance.He shook his head and returned to reality, ready to face the coming Griever.They were only tens of meters away, and one of them seemed to be eager for revenge, and was rushing forward at an astonishing speed. All the voices became clear at once, before Minho had time to explain how to deal with the enemy. "They're ferocious," Minho said, "but they're all stupid as hell. Stand, close to me, facing—"

Thomas cut him off: "I know, I'm ready." They moved their steps, and stood cautiously in the middle of the road together, standing on the edge of the cliff, facing the ghost fire beast.Their heels were inches from the edge of the cliff, with nothing but air behind them. Their only weapon is courage. "We must move in unison!" Minho roared, his voice almost drowned out by the deafening roll of the Griever. "Follow my orders!" Why the Griever run in a single file is a mystery, perhaps because the maze is too narrow to run in parallel.One after the other, they rolled, rattling, wailing, ready to kill.Dozens of yards turned into dozens of feet, and in seconds, the grimoires would crush the children.

"Get ready," Minho said firmly, "it's not yet time...not yet..." Thomas hated the waiting, all he wanted was to close his eyes and never see them again. "It's now!" Minho shouted. Just as the first Griever's claws were stretched towards them, Minho and Thomas ran away in the opposite direction, running towards the outer walls on both sides of the corridor.Thomas' previous experience had proven that sudden changes of direction could work, and now they knew the tactic had worked, judging by the screams from the first Griever.The ghost fire beast flew out from the edge of the cliff.Oddly enough, its growl ended abruptly instead of tapering off as it descended altitude.

Thomas ran to the wall and turned around, just in time to see the second Griever fail to stop and also fall off the edge of the cliff.The third head thrust its leg into the stone violently, but the inertia was too great, and the sharp thorn cut the ground, making a screeching sound.Thomas felt a chill down his spine, but fortunately, the Griever fell a moment later.It was the same this time—they fell silently, as if they had disappeared instead of falling. The fourth head stopped in time, swayed on the edge of the cliff, and stabilized its body with sharp thorns and claws. Thomas knew what he should do by instinct, he looked at Minho, and Minho nodded.They rushed towards the ghost fire beast at the same time, exhausted all their strength, and kicked the ghost fire beast hard.They succeeded, sending the last Griever to its death. Thomas hurried to the edge of the cliff, sticking his head out to see how the Griever fell.But he saw nothing, they were all gone - not a trace in the empty darkness.Completely disappeared. He couldn't understand where the cliff led to, and couldn't figure out what happened to the ghost fire beasts.The last bit of strength in his body was gone, and he curled up into a ball and fell to the ground. At this moment, at this moment, tears welled up in my eyes.