Hey all! Sorry for the month-long wait - this chapter kicked my ass several times over, as I needed to introduce a lot of information without (hopefully) having it feel like it deviated from our ongoing storyline, the way this fic's original version did. It still kind of does, by necessity of the setting, but trust me, this is as straightforward as I possibly could make it.

While this isn't a big, cross-fic event like Horizons, the following few chapters will include the main characters from A Cold Day in Erebus and Thanatos Scowled, so I hope that's not too off-putting! As I've said in the past, the more this universe advances, the more the paths of our various heroes will intersect. Still, I tried my best to give you the basics in case you haven't read the other fics (though I definitely recommend you do!).

Also, this chapter was meant to be one long, 7K word stretch, but a) I found a natural stopping point, and b) I wanna have a bit of an upload buffer since I'm going to travel for the holidays soon. The good news is that I typically write a lot when I'm out of town, and the good-er news is that the second half of this chapter is already written! It just needs some editing, and I plan to upload it in about a week, maybe a little less.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Content Warning for some mild fantasy blood and nondescript gore

Almost as soon as he drops the bombshell, Doctor Strange bounces.

"If we're to traverse the Labyrinth, we'll need to fetch Ariadne's String." –he says, opening a portal to a hazy, golden vista that doesn't seem to Kara like any human place she's ever seen. "I'll ask to borrow it, and be back as soon as I have it."

"W-wait a minute." –Bruce stammers. "What do you mean the Labyrinth? The one with the Minotaur?"

Doctor Banner gets summarily ignored by their hosts. "We don't need the String, Doctor." –Nico grumbles. "Any mortal with the gift of Clear Sight…"

"None of them have it, Nico." –Strange says, nodding at the Avengers. "And we don't have the time to go hunting for one – I doubt you want to burden Mrs. Jackson or Miss Dare with something like this."

The demigod grunts. "…fine. But as the resident expert on the Olympians, I'd caution you against relying on the gods for help." –he says, then winces as he notices Thor's raised eyebrow. "Uh, no offense."

Thor shrugs his truly massive shoulders. "You've never had this particular god to rely on before, young prince, so none taken."

"Peachy. Talk amongst yourselves, people." –Strange smirks, stepping into the vortex and closing it behind him.

Nico sighs, turning to Bruce. "Apologies for ignoring you, Doctor Banner – seeking help from the gods is something of a hot button issue for most of us demigods." –he says, bitterly. "To answer your question, yes and no; the original Labyrinth was, of course, located under the island of Crete, but much like the Greek world of myth, it has projected itself onto the American continent as the gods moved on with Western civilization. That's how you get Mount Olympus above the Empire State Building."

Kara snorts. "Seems perfectly reasonable." –she says, sarcastically.

The son of Hades sighs. "It's a whole thing. They traded in being directly worshipped for gaining sustenance through the collective subconscious of whatever the most powerful group of mortals is at the time, and I guess that's had them move West every few centuries, so now they're here in the good ol' US of A. The Old Places still hold power back in Greece and Rome, but there aren't really any remnants of the travelling Greek world anywhere else…except for the Labyrinth." –he says, apparently apprehensive to talk about the place. "It has grown non-stop over the centuries, and now it forms a second skin of sorts, just under the surface of the planet. As I told Strange, any mortal with Clear Sight – the ability to completely see through the Mist – could guide us, even let us traverse the world in a much shorter timeframe than we could on the surface, but…well, he's right. Clear Sighted mortals are very rare."

"Isn't there like…a summoning spell or something?" –Kara asks.

Nico looks at her funny. "Uh…no? What do you think this is, Skyrim?" –he asks.

"Rao, sorry, I don't know the rules yet." –Kara pouts, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, fair enough." –Nico relents. "At any rate, the Labyrinth is a malicious entity, so this will be dangerous. Even with the String, it will try to harm us, to say nothing of the monsters that make it home, or the traps this Doctor Doom character might've prepared." –he warns them. "Be ready for a fight. Or, y'know, a comically large boulder rolling down a comically narrow hallway, maybe – the Labyrinth has a twisted sense of humor, from what I recall. I'm gonna call a friend, see if she can point us to the maze's nearest entry point."

He pulls out a large, gold coin from the inner pocket of his aviator's jacket, and mutters something about where Strange might keep a garden hose, of all things. "Entertain yourselves, I'll be right back. And, uh…don't touch anything unless you wanna cause an early apocalypse."

The demigod vanishes into what appears to be living shadows, slightly reminiscent of Claire's shadow magic back in Arcadia. "Well, this has been…a lot." –Kara says.

Bruce snorts, shaking his head. "No kidding. I think you had it pegged when we set out – this is gonna be a very long day." –he laments.

"Ah, take heart my friends – I, for one, am eager to tackle this intriguing maze!" –Thor grins. "I merely heard the sordid tale of the Minotaur upon my first meeting with the Olympians, but alas, the Allfather denied me a visit."

"For good reason, apparently." –Kara says, narrowing her eyes. "How messed up does your mythology have to get that a maze can be described as malignant?"

"Wow, you guys really don't know much about the supernatural, huh?" –a voice hovering above them says. The newcomer sheds their invisibility and turns out to be a young woman, maybe just shy of Kara's own age. She wears a strange, two-piece gray and black jumpsuit, baring her toned abs, and most notably of all, her hair, held back in a simple ponytail, is the color of fresh snow, while her eyes glow an eerie, unnatural green.

Kara raises an eyebrow at the floating girl. "Uh…hi? Don't believe we've met." –she snarks.

She drops to their level, still hovering, and offers Kara a gloved hand. "I'm Dani Phantom! It's so cool to meet the Avengers, I'm a fan!" –she says. "You can call me Ellie, if you want."

"Kara." –she offers, shaking her hand. It feels frigid to the touch. "So, do you like, live here or something?"

Ellie shrugs. "Just moved in, I guess." –she says. "Nico recruited me for that so-far-nameless team he's putting together for the Doc. Not a demigod, though – I'm a ghost!"

If Bruce was pale before, he's blanching now. Thor narrows his eyes. "Pardon me for saying, young one, but you don't feel particularly dead."

The self-proclaimed ghost blushes – but instead of a soft rosy tone coloring her cheeks, it's a rather sickly green. It almost looks like whatever passes for her blood is radioactive; and not that it was a high likelihood, but Kara's glad she doesn't suddenly feel woozy. Whatever it is, it isn't Kryptonite. "Well, to be fair, I'm only half ghost. Lab accident with ectoplasm – er, not important!" –she waves them off, in a nervous, hurried tone that suggests that it is, in fact, very important. Kara opts not to pry, considering just how much new info she's already had to parse through today.

The blonde hums. "So, if you just moved in, where are you from? Some other dimension or something?"

"Nah, I'm from Minnesota." –she shrugs. "Well, technically Wisconsin, but I barely lived there at all. I've been the protector of a town called Amity Park for years, fighting nasty ghosts and, uh, running from ghost hunters myself." –she explains, a little embarrassed. "But…I guess you haven't heard of me, huh?"

Kara winces. "Sorry, no." –she says. Bruce and Thor similarly shake their heads, apologetically.

"Eh, it's alright." –she says, though she does sound a little sad. "I haven't exactly done anything as big as stopping two alien invasions, after all."

Clearly, the young hero could use a bit of a pick-me-up. Kara's pretty good at those, if she can say so herself. "Well, not yet." –she corrects. "But I hear those are becoming a bit more common nowadays, so who knows? We might be fighting alongside you on the next one."

Ellie's eyes widen. "Whoa...you mean that?"

Kara shrugs. "I mean, we've already teamed up with Spider-Man and the Alien Force; I see no reason we couldn't fight alongside Dani Phantom someday."

The half-ghost purses her lips. "Well, it's just...you guys are celebrities, now. We superheroes have been around forever, sure, but...everything has changed since Tony Stark outed himself on national TV."

"Maybe it looks that way to people, but there's really nothing glamorous about what we do." –Kara argues. "At the end of the day, we fight bad guys. Maybe we haven't fought any ghosts yet, but there really isn't a difference between what we do."

Ellie snorts. "Well, not completely true. You guys have a budget."

"Yeah, that's Tony for you." –Bruce acknowledges. "I bet he'd be happy to help you out with your, um, ghost problems, if you let him in on the details."

The snowy-haired teen hums. "Eh, it's fine. We've managed alright so far. Eight years and we've apparently managed to avoid everyone's notice, occasional ghost invasion and all."

"Eight years?" –Kara balks. "Rao, I was barely crash-landing on this planet back then. How old were you when you started?"

Ellie purses her lips. "It's, uh...complicated. To be fair, I've only been at it myself for six years. I was...thirteen, I guess?"

"Jesus. That's too young." –Banner mutters.

"You don't know the half of it." –Ellie sighs. "Anyway, I'll, uh...consider it. Amity Park is pretty well used to ghost attacks by now, but I'm sure we could use whatever Tony Stark comes up with for fighting ghosts."

Kara crosses her arms. "How do you fight ghosts, anyway? We didn't have those on Krypton, but from what I understand, they're like...incorporeal, no?"

Ellie chuckles. "Well, apparently, there's several kinds of ghosts! The ones I fight – which make Nico really mad because 'ghosts shouldn't fight at all, Ellie, you're giving me a headache' – are pretty much walking blobs of ectoplasm." –she says, mocking Nico's voice and letting her fist take on a glowing green glow. "So we fight with it – beams, explosive orbs, energy waves...y'know, cool anime shit."

"You can obviously fly, too." –Kara notes. "Do you know how fast?"

"Eh, not as fast as you, I don't think. It's more rapidly levitating than actually flying." –she says, mildly embarrassed. "Last time I clocked it, I could do about 150 miles an hour."

"Hey, nothing to scoff at." –the blonde reassures her.

Her whole body turns invisible. "I can also disappear," –she says, then reappears, but her frame is completely translucent, almost like she's made of cyan-tinted flexible glass. "…turn intangible," –she continues, then sheds the intangibility and splits in half like a cell during mitosis, becoming two Ellies. "…and make a duplicate of myself! Just the one, though." –she admits.

Thor pokes her double...or her original? It's hard to tell. "Corporeal clones? Hah! Loki would be jealous!"

Ellie merges back into herself, blushing green with a bit of pride. "Thanks! I can also overshadow people, sense when ghosts – or, apparently, sufficiently magical people like demigods – are around, I can lift around 10 or so tons, and heal a lot quicker than your average human." –she lists off.

"Wow. You, uh, lucked out at the superpower lottery, huh, kid?" –Bruce raises an eyebrow.

Kara agrees – it's an impressive array of powers, almost as flexible as Tony's modular armors or Ben's various alien forms. She figures it has to be, if she's been able to fend off ghost attacks for years by herself, or at least without the assistance of other superheroes, let alone S.H.I.E.L.D. "You sure we can't tempt you with a spot in the Avengers?" –Kara smirks. "You're of age, right?"

"Hey, hey, no teammate stealing!" –Nico pipes up, walking up to them out of another shadow portal. There are minute water droplets all over his hair and jacket, for some reason. "Get your own half-ghost hero."

"Can't imagine those are in high supply, but fair enough." –Kara says, nodding at him. "What's the news?"

"Well, we're in luck." –he says, visibly relieved. "The Labyrinth all but collapsed when Daedalus died for realsies a few years back after evading death for over two-thousand years using bronze robot bodies – long story, don't ask, Thanatos is still mad about it – and then it got zombie'd back to some semblance of life by the sorceress Pasiphaë during the Giant War. It's been in ruins since we defeated her, so it's hard to find intact entry points, but there's apparently one just two blocks south of here."

"What's the catch?" –Ellie asks, before Kara herself can get to it.

Nico purses his lips. "The entrance is inside the ruins of an old wizard dwelling."

Kara shrugs. "Doesn't sound too bad. We've already met one wizard today."

"Well, you'd think so." –Nico says. "But it's not that simple; Strange has been teaching me about the history of the various wizarding communities – America's was something of a failed colonization attempt, British wizards and witches attempting to set up some kind of magical USA or something. The details are hazy, but after a few tumultuous decades, the whole thing came crashing down in the 1920s. Almost everyone died, and those that didn't fled back to Europe. Said the land was cursed, or something – though to be fair, Strange says there's no evidence of that."

Strange's own circular portal opens again, and a ball of what appears to be simple red yarn shoots through it, straight at Nico. The demigod's reflexes are way too fast for it, though, and he catches it just before it hits his face. The Sorcerer Supreme walks through the portal. "Nice reflexes." –he says, sardonically. "What have I missed?"

"The Avengers and I met, Nico found the nearest entry point into the Labyrinth, and he was just telling us about some colonizer wizards who got McFlippin' annihilated back to England, apparently." –Ellie recounts. "So y'know, same old, same old."

The Sorcerer smirks. "Of course." –he says, turning to Nico. "Where?"

"124 Macdougal Street." –Nico reports.

"Ah. I know the place." –Strange mutters. "Well, I have further complications for you all; the goddess Ariadne has warned me that the String may not be 100% reliable. Since Pasiphaë's meddling, the Labyrinth has taken on something of an undead life of its own, and its cursed magic will interfere with the String's more than ever before. It will still guide us, but we'll need to be extremely wary."

Bruce frowns. "I thought the story went that Theseus used the string to mark where he'd been, not where he was going."

"Originally, yeah. It was just a really long, really sturdy thread." –Nico agrees, holding the crimson yarn ball. "But Ariadne's String has become so heavily associated in the human subconscious with the very concept of finding your way through a maze that it magically gained the ability to do so. It's a pretty powerful artifact now…not that it looks the part, I suppose."

Strange claps, and the glass case that holds the floating cape opens, its oddly lively occupant swiftly hanging itself over the Sorcerer's shoulders. "Well, no time like the present." –he declares, then shouts at the ceiling. "Wong, you're in charge till I'm back!" –he yells. Someone upstairs grumbles in response.

"Uh...shouldn't we have a little bit more of a plan before we go?" –Kara asks.

"Even the finest crystal ball couldn't tell us what awaits us in the bowels of Minos' maze." –Strange says, giving her a half shrug. "It is pointless to plan for it. But fear not – you are guests of the Sanctum, and so you are under the protection of the Sorcerer Supreme."

124 Macdougal Street turns out to be…well, nothing much; it's a dingy, narrow alleyway home to a couple of dumpsters and not much else. Undeterred, Strange guides them forward, up to a broken down brick wall whose only notable feature is a faded, torn poster barely hanging onto the brickwork. It's hard to tell, but it might've once depicted a rather scandalously dressed woman.

"The entry mechanism is broken." –Strange mutters, narrowing his eyes.

"What's that mean?"

The Sorcerer Supreme hums. "Most wizarding dwellings are hidden from the prying eyes of regular mortals. Unlike groups like demigods, their larger numbers and, er…ineptitude for blending in with mortal society means the Mist is less effective at hiding them." –he explains. "This bar used to be hidden behind this poster, but much like the bar's owners and patrons, the magic is gone."

Strange waves his hands, and a series of thread-like structures appear all around the dilapidated wall, almost like they're meant to hold everything around it together. "Thor, if you would?"

"Gladly!" –he says, and tosses Mjolnir at the brick wall. The divine hammer easily punches through the wall, which comes apart in a shower of dust, debris, and faint blue sparks – the remnants, Kara assumes, of the magic that once powered the so-called entry mechanism. Fortunately, the surrounding buildings are undamaged, thanks to Strange's magical bracers.

Mjolnir loyally returns to its master's hand. Ellie grins like mad. "Oh, I like your style."

"Thank you, young draugr! " –he says. "Be on your guard, friends – I sense a foul presence ahead."

"Took the words right out of my mouth." –Strange says. He makes an orb of pure light between his palms, and tosses it inside the ruin.

'Dilapidated' would be a generous descriptor; there's broken down furniture – tables, stalls, stools, and so on, as one would expect from a bar – covered in a thick layer of dust and ancient cobwebs, glass bottles with murky contents strewn about, and even some paltry, dry vegetation, like it grew in decades ago and then died off, for the most part.

Kara steps inside, leading the party. She regrets it immediately though, as she nearly steps on what can only be a desiccated human arm. "What in Rao's name!?" –she hisses, stepping back.

Nico kneels beside her, completely unafraid of the corpse, mostly hidden beneath the remains of a table. "It's a wizard." –he reports, taking its non-existent pulse. "Dead for…almost a hundred years, I wanna say?"

"Sounds about right." –Strange nods. He waves around them, and almost two dozen more bodies are magically highlighted. "I expect that every ruin that was part of the magical community will be like this."

Bruce winces, nudging a nearby one with his foot. "But…why, though?"

"And why leave the dead where they fell? Did these people not have funerary rites?" –Thor wonders.

"They did." –Strange says. "There just wasn't anyone left to perform them. The American wizarding community fell apart overnight, over a hundred years ago; the few that survived fled for Europe and never looked back."

"Nico told us that they figured this place was cursed." –Kara recalls.

"It's more complicated than that." –Strange says. "The community here was…fragile. The European wizarding world is very old, tracing its roots back to cultures like Ancient Greece and the Celts, but the American wizards only came here in the mid-1600s. Much like their fellow non-magic colonizers, they were understandably met with resistance from the magic-wielders who already lived here – and after this cataclysm, the European wizards believed the Natives to have cursed them out of the land in retribution."

Kara winces; she's only recently started to learn the truth about the atrocities committed during the conquest of the American continent, so this isn't exactly surprising. "So…did they?" –Kara asks.

Strange sighs. "There was certainly some conflict on the magical side of things. Blood was shed on both sides – though you'd be correct in assuming the invaders provoked the worst of it. Personally, I don't think they were involved here. By the early twentieth century, the Native magic-wielders of America had all but sequestered themselves along with their non-magical compatriots into the territories and reservations they live in to this day." –he explains. "I don't know what happened here, as my predecessor did not see fit to intervene, but as you can plainly see, this was all them. Wizards killing wizards." –he says, pointing at the corpse by her feet.

A corpse that, a mere moment later, reaches out and grabs her boot.

Kara screams, and kicks it away on reflex – it's not like she can even feel it, but there's something extremely unsettling about something moving that has no business doing so. Of course, given her Kryptonian strength, the mummified remains are thrown all the way across the room, crashing into the opposite wall and crumpling into a motionless pile of twisted limbs and broken bones, oozing a pitch black, oil-like substance. All around them, the other corpses rise – and unlike the zombies she's seen in human films and games, there's no telltale moaning, or even that typical swaying, shambling walk. They rise and walk forth with a purpose, despite their gaunt flesh and paper-thin eyelids being sealed shut, grabbing at the nearest living person.

Thor immediately brandishes his hammer, batting away a leaping corpse that nearly bursts from the overwhelming force. Nico stabs another with his blade, a wicked looking shard of black metal that glows a faint purple – the zombie he pierces seems to have some kind of energy sucked out of it by the sword before crumbling to ashes, which immediately sets Kara on edge. Ellie forms a vertical, rectangular shield out of some kind of green energy – the ectoplasm she mentioned, she'd wager – to protect Bruce, who's trying his best not to unleash the Hulk in such a reduced space.

Doctor Strange, meanwhile, simply frowns. "Inferi?" –he wonders, his hands becoming wreathed in those mandala-like designs. "What are they doing here?

Kara holds one of the corpses at bay with one hand, unwilling to obliterate it like she accidentally did the first. It punches and scratches at her, but it's no stronger than an average human – which is to say, it might as well not be doing anything to her. "You know these things?" –she wonders, perturbed at the grim work of dispatching these monsters going on around her.

"Indeed." –Strange says, blasting the one she's holding with a beam of bright yellow light. It falls to the ground, like its strings have been cut, once more resigned to the peaceful slumber of death. "They are called 'inferi', and they're the telltale sign of a dark wizard's presence."

She frowns. An inferi jumps her, and she drives it into the brittle wooden floor, wincing as she fells the thing's fragile chest cavity collapse under her palm even though she's trying to hold everything back. "Doom?"

Strange shakes his head. "No. This curse predates him." –he says. "I wouldn't be surprised if whoever did this also caused whatever cataclysm destroyed the American wizarding community. Still, Victor probably saw them as a useful obstacle for anyone trying to pry into his business."

He forms a large circle with the motion of his hands, and pushes it towards the ground. Once there, it expands to encompass the entire room, and whip-like energy tendrils sprout from the geometric designs and latch onto the few inferi still standing. Thor blasts lightning from his hammer at Strange's magic, and the tendrils conduct it, reducing the living dead to oily ashes in an instant.

Bruce peeks from behind Ellie, his eyes slowly losing their perilous green hue. "Well...that was unnecessarily disturbing." –he says.

"Apologies, Doctor." –Strange says. "My other duties have kept me far too busy to check out what I thought was a minor, unimportant location."

Kara sighs. "Let's just keep going. The sooner we're done with this, the better."

"Agreed." –Nico says. "Look for the Greek letter delta – that'll be our entrance."

Thor blinks. "And what would that look like, Son of Hades?"

"It's a triangle." –Ellie helpfully supplies.

Strange raises an eyebrow. "How do you not know what a delta looks like when you spoke Ancient Greek at our meeting with the Olympians?"

The God of Thunder shrugs. "I speak the All-Tongue, Sorcerer. All learned Asgardians do." –he says. "You will hear from me whatever language you expect and understand."

Nico frowns. "You speak Ancient Greek, Doc?"

Strange shakes his head 'no'. "I had a translation spell going. Odd, how the magic interacted."

"I think I found it." –Kara calls out, kneeling behind the bar. The Greek delta is crudely etched into the wood behind where the bartender would've stood, as if by a knife. She reaches out and touches it, but nothing happens. Nico walks up to her, and presses on the symbol like it's a button – and being born of magic, the way opens for him. The rotting wood panels and rusted beer taps forcibly rearrange themselves into a triangular entryway, crushing ancient bottles and shooting splinters everywhere, the magic of the Labyrinth clearly not fully compatible with the ruins of this wizard dwelling.

"This doesn't bode well." –Bruce points out.

And damned if Kara doesn't agree.

Lots to talk about here, so let's get to it!

So, in the original version of The Girl Who Could Knock Out the Hulk, the segment in the Blind Pig - that speakeasy from Fantastic Beasts run by a mobster goblin - was a lot longer and weirder. It also strayed far too much into an info dump about the Harry Potter mythos, which really derailed the story and largely prompted me to stop writing it and start over with the rewrite you're reading now. I've kept it a lot more vague and concise this time around - it's not really important to the story, aside from letting you know that the magical world is pretty extensive, even if the American magical community doesn't exist anymore. As I've mentioned before, I also wanna limit any Harry Potter content, no matter how much I might've loved it growing up, because JKR is pretty gleefully anti-trans, and the Kryptonverse is anything but. If you're curious about learning more about what happened to destroy the American magical community, feel free to ask, but the gist of it is that the events of Fantastic Beasts had something of a Bad End in this continuity. Wizards and Witches still exist in America, but they're few and far between, and they're not affiliated to any large community, much less have some half-assed knock-off Hogwarts to learn in. Think similar to Agatha Harkness and the Coven she was a part of - small groups that only survive in complete anonymity, and rogue individuals doing their own thing, living among regular mortals.

At any rate, this is the extent of the HP content for the time being, and next chapter is a bit more focused on our heroes making their way through the Labyrint and interacting with the Percy Jackson mythos; if you're not the biggest fan of that, don't worry! I'm also not turning this into a complete Percy Jackson crossover, as this is still Kara's story first and foremost. After this relatively brief magical adventure, we'll get right back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Some extra tidbits I picked up on while giving this chapter a final pass:
-Obvious shoutout here to Sally Jackson and Rachel Elizabeth Dare as mortals with Clear Sight - which crossover character(s) do you think might have it? I've only featured one so far, unbeknownst to you, but I'm eager to hear your ideas!
-Nico loves and plays Skyrim in fifteen-twenty minute bursts - anything more is risky, as demigods using tech typically either break it or attract monsters. He plays a spellsword Dark Elf and mostly focuses on Conjuration magic
-If you didn't get the gold coin and Nico being wet upon his return thing, it's just him calling Annabeth Chase through an Iris message, which requires you to pay a drachma to the goddess Iris in order to communicate with someone through a rainbow, best achieved through a water spray. Hence his looking for a hose in the Sanctum, which I think is a hilarious picture
-There is no direct connection between Claire's and Nico's shadow magic. Different branches, similar effects.
-The inferi were created a century back by Gellert Grindelwald, who largely caused the destruction of the American magical community. They were left inactive for many decades, until Doom co-opted them as a security system. I didn't feature them, but some of the inferius corpses are a lot more recent than the originals - scavengers who didn't know any better.
-The entrance of the Labyrinth doesn't work for Kara because she isn't *human*, not because she isn't born of magic. Any human who knows what they're looking for could open the way. Earthly magic is often not very compatible with aliens. Originally, I had a pretty strict system detailing the relationships between divine magic, human magic, and alien magic, but I've relaxed those rules a lot to keep the mystery a bit more intact. Nothing against hard magic systems, but they can be a little restrictive.

That's it for this chapter! Next chapter should be a lot of fun - lots of trippy Labyrinth stuff and some fighting, as well as the introduction to this arc's boss battles, so to speak. I can't wait! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, feel free to leave a comment/review with any questions or things you might wanna tell me. My ask inbox is also open to all over on my Tumblr, darthkvznblogs, if that's more your speed! See you next week :D