The ground hadn't stopped humming.
It wasn't the same quake that had come with the Minotaur's fall or the Warden's emergence. No—this was deeper. Slower. As though the foundations of the labyrinth itself had begun to unravel.
Jin's boots scuffed against the stone as he turned toward the epicenter—toward the runes that still pulsed faint green beneath the dust.
Then—
A sound split the air.
Not thunder. Not wind.
A chime.
Massive. Celestial. Carved from nothing and everything all at once.
Light crashed down from above—white and gold, radiant and blinding—and something began to descend with it.
There—floating just above the lip of the labyrinth—a new Dokkaebi appeared.
Larger than any before.
