[Laughter rings out as the deranged spirit manifests, its chaotic voice filling the chamber.]

[Ahh! I’ve come! I’ve finally met my king!]

The deranged spirit shrieked with excitement, and Vishnu's face twisted in disgust.

“...That thing.”

She remembered. It was a spirit she had once created, merely a tool, meant to protect the other spirits as they ventured into the labyrinth—a weak spirit that should’ve never posed any real threat.

“Did that thing make a pact with the labyrinth’s mage as well?”

[Oh, my king!] the spirit cried, its voice echoing with pure emotion, reaching every corner of the floor.