In a different part of the Labyrinth, tranquil waters of a large lake shined brilliantly under an artificial light source from above. While it was noticeable that this place was enclosed, it almost looked as if it were outdoors. Clouds seemed to move above overhead, while a gentle breeze flitted through the grass and trees.
Next to the tranquil lake was a luxurious pagoda. At the base of the pagoda was a pier and patio that overlooked the lake, clad with fine furniture. There were many reclined seats, lined with the softest of materials, and a table between the seats filled with heavenly fruits and other marvelous treats.
On many of the luxurious seats rested beautiful women, the beauty of each enough to topple nations. They were dressed in thin and mesmerizing dresses, showing off the curves of their elegant bodies.
In the very front of the large patio, the most luxurious seat was surrounded by many of these beautiful women. On the seat laid a man, who appeared to be around seventy years old. He had silver hair, which was disheveled in every direction, and was dressed in a luxurious robe.
The women were feeding him all sorts of heavenly fruits and other marvels, as the man laid there with a relaxed, satisfied, and slightly lecherous look on his face.
"Ahh, this truly is the life," the man exclaimed with a large, satisfied smile on his face as he bit into one of the fruits. "My turn only comes once every ten years, and I don't intend to waste it on testing some snot-nosed brats who invade my realm. I still don't know why my others waste their time doing such a thing."
"You know exactly why we do such a thing," the same man suddenly said, although it was as if it were spoken by a different voice.
"Ah, screw finding a successor," the man replied to himself, his voice similar to when he first spoke. "I'm content with just living here until we fade away eventually."
"Couldn't you have made the trials a bit easier though? How is anyone supposed to find their way through the fog trial?" another voice, different from the first two, spoke up.
"Why should I care about that? There's a small exit roughly one yard across to the next area. If they're lucky enough, they'll stumble upon it," the man replied to himself again.
"The fog trial is dozens of miles across…no one will find that exit," the second voice spoke up in a disgruntled tone.
"Hmm, not my problem," the first voice replied while shrugging his shoulders. "This is my year to control this realm. I only agreed to make the trails passable. Their difficulty is for me to decide upon. Now leave me alone."
A disgruntled snort escaped the man's mouth, but silence only followed as the other voices seemed to fade away. A satisfied smile once again returned to the man's face.
"Ah, peace at last again," the man exclaimed as he bit into the fruit in his hands once again while admiring the tranquil waters shimmering in the distance.
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John and the rest of the group felt a spatial power wrap around them upon passing the trial, and did not resist against it as they allowed it to take them. The familiar sense of passing through space washed over John, and he quickly arrived at his new destination.
Dense fog appeared in his vision as he found himself in a completely new area that he had not seen before. His divine sense quickly spread out, but John found that the fog around him completely restricted his divine sense.
At the same time, his vision was restricted as well, making it so that he was unable to discern anything around him.
"Adam? Chase? Iris?" John called out as he looked around for his friends, but received no call back.
He called out a few more times, but each call was met with silence. John frowned as he flew up into the air, but after going up no more than one hundred yards, he collided against a hard surface.
"Clearly I'm still underground," John mused as he tested the ceiling above him, but found it made of sturdier material than he could damage.
His head swiveled around once more, but the thick fog still obscured his vision in every direction, making it so that he could see no more than a few feet in front of himself. Having all his senses restricted like this was a stifling sensation, and one he was not used to.
His power flared outwards in an attempt to push the fog back, but it resisted anything he did, almost as if it existed in the same yet different dimension.
John landed back down on the ground below, and thought about his next steps.
"It seems as though we were all split up. I wonder if the others were transported to this same area, or somewhere else?" John mused. "Oh well, I can't wait for them. I should explore this area and see if there is anything of value."
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