The Peer Fortress stepped to the front, slamming its heavy shield into the stone floor with a resounding boom. The Biters collided harmlessly against the iron barrier. From behind the shield, the Aster Crow leaped into the air, its scythe whistling through the gloom as it cleaved through the monsters in a flurry of dark energy. The Marginal Maze chanted softly, sending bolts of pure force to clean up the stragglers.
Let’s go, Eureka thought, her consciousness linking with the Wandering Soul as it possessed the puppet brigade.
Eureka smiled weakly, placing a gentle hand on the warm brass of the lantern. We did it. Labyrinth of Galleria: The Moon Society
Madame Marta’s voice cut through the damp air from the top of the stairs. Stop whispering to that junk and get to work, girl! The Curio won’t find itself!
The soul pulsed with a warm, blue light, signaling its readiness. The Peer Fortress stepped to the front, slamming
Within moments, the corridor was quiet again, save for the mechanical clicking of the puppets' joints.
It was no ordinary lantern. Within its housing resided the Wandering Soul—the disembodied essence of an interdimensional explorer, and Eureka’s only bridge to the abyss below. The Marginal Maze chanted softly, sending bolts of
The explosion rocked the chamber. The Warden crumbled into a pile of lifeless rubble.