Grey had no idea what he was becoming to the people of Earth. All he knew was that they were in yet another bullshit situation that he would have to come up with a solution to.
"Are you sure that that is the only purpose of this place?"
"… What do you mean?" Amunet asked.
"Are you sure that this place is only used for a battle royale?"
"… Yes?" Amunet's brows furrowed. That was all her inheritance told her.
"Why a maze, then?"
"Why…? I don't know? Why anything?"
"I dunno. It just feels like if you're going to try and put a few people in a kill or be killed situation, a maze is just weird."
"Not any weirder than anything else," Amunet said. As much as she wanted to hope, she didn't want false hope either.
"Can the Old Ones fly?" Grey seemed to change the subject.
"No—." Amunet was about to say no when she suddenly frowned.
