Of course, it had to be Vivienne. Because the universe wasn't content with throwing just Zodiac Beasts and cosmic puzzles her way—it had to sprinkle in tragic heroines with chronic bad timing.
Verena pressed forward, keeping her steps light against the shifting, almost glass-like floor of the labyrinth. The corridors pulsed faintly with constellations beneath her feet, and the echo of Vivienne's voice guided her deeper into the maze.
Rounding a crystalline corner, she finally spotted the girl.
Vivienne stood in a shallow clearing where the labyrinth had twisted into a sort of observation chamber—walls of mirrored starlight surrounding her, like a snow globe of cosmic proportions. But she wasn't alone.
