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I don’t kno long I fought the demons, or how many I killed I only know that after what seemed like hundreds of corpses were piled in the corridor behind ain

I liing behind s but they wouldn’t coic, but only to a degree I guessed ave Antares a sied to make it down a few corridors unmolested Once I was sure I ell away from the site of the de-sleeved tee had been burned in several places onshiny welts on my arms and hands peeked froood hold onand tear the deni shallow cut that hadwere nowthan protective, so I ripped the sleeves out of the shirt at the armholes and used the sword to turn the jeans into cutoffs I looked sadly at ore that I would probably have to throw them away If, that was, I actually survived

My sword arhed a ton now that the adrenaline of battle was spent I was afraid to put it in the scabbard since the Maze seewith the sword hanging loosely atthe floor

I was starting to feel tired and a little delirious I hadn’t had anything to eat except a granola bar and a few almonds in more than twenty-four hours, and I’d spent a lot of that time under extreme stress I just wanted to close my eyes for a while and rest If I could sleep a little, I would feel better

But the Maze sensed weakness, and that hen Antares rounded the corner

"Still alive, little sister?" Antares hissed

He looked coht for the second time since I’d entered A and ready to go when I was ready to fall flat on my face?

It would never do to shoeakness to Antares even if I was at a low point "Are you lost, little brother?" I said, and held the sword up and ready to attack "I was sure you would have run ho to Focalor by now"

Antares just sic, but there was nothing there This wasn’t the feeling that I had when I had overworked myself and used too much power at once Despite the continuous strea weak

This was different It was like the ic just wasn’t inside me, like it had never been inside me But that was impossible Even without the neers awakened by Lucifer’s sword, I still had ic

Then I understood The Maze had taken my power froht powerless in the face of Antares definitely qualified

"Looking for so, sister?" Antares taunted, and it was then that I realized so else This wasn’t the real Antares This was a manifestation of the Maze drawn from my own mind

"Yeah, your head on a plate," I snapped back Even when I was exhausted and injured, et it, then," Antares crooned, and crooked one clawed finger at me