The central corridor compressed with a groan of stone on stone. By choosing that route, Aku seemed to have tripped an invisible trigger that recalibrated the labyrinth's internal architecture to his path. Walls swiveled on hidden axes, locking new sections of rock into place with a sharp thud that resonated in the young man's chest. Aku did not slow down. On the contrary, he leaned his torso forward, reducing air resistance, and allowed his kinetic instinct to handle the immediate navigation while his brain processed the logic of the shifts.
The floor beneath his boots emitted a dull vibration.
