The Extra's Rise-Chapter 315: Dimensional Labyrinth (1)
The second event of the Inter-Academy Festival was the Dimensional Labyrinth.
Unlike the Mana Fortress Defense, which tested team coordination against external threats, this challenge plunged sixty individual competitors into an ever-shifting maze where the laws of physics themselves were negotiable. The event was designed to test adaptability, spatial awareness, and problem-solving under pressure—qualities essential for any high-ranking mage operating in unstable environments.
The massive arena had been transformed overnight. Gone were the fortress structures, replaced by a sprawling labyrinth constructed of gleaming obsidian walls that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Viewing screens positioned around the spectator stands displayed various sections of the maze, allowing the audience to track competitors' progress through the otherwise opaque structure.
Professor Valerie addressed the participants gathered at the entrance. "The Dimensional Labyrinth is not merely a maze," she explained, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. "It's a test of your ability to navigate through spatial distortions. The paths will shift, gravity will reorient, and what appears as a straight line may lead you in circles."
She gestured to the first corridor, which seemed to stretch into infinite darkness despite the arena's finite dimensions. "Your objective is simple: reach the center and retrieve a token, then find your way back out. Both speed and the obstacles you overcome will factor into your final score."
Among the sixty competitors standing at the threshold, Clana Lopez looked uncharacteristically alert, her usually sleepy expression replaced by focused calculation. The White-rank mage from Mythos Academy was known for her perpetual exhaustion, but today even she recognized the need for full consciousness. Her Mind aspect Gift—Spell Synergy—would be crucial in a challenge where adaptability trumped raw power.
Nearby stood Aaron Meriot, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The Meriot family's heir wore the distinctive dark armor of his lineage's tradition, modified to accommodate the sleek aesthetics of his academy uniform. His axe, a masterwork of engineering and magical craftsmanship, rested against his shoulder with deceptive casualness. The Dark Knight's expression revealed nothing, but his eyes—sharp and assessing—continuously scanned his competition.
"Competitors, take your positions," Valerie commanded. "You will enter at ten-second intervals. Your time begins the moment you cross the threshold."
The first student stepped forward, disappearing into the darkness of the labyrinth's entrance. Then another, and another, each vanishing at precisely timed intervals. When Aaron's turn came, he strode forward with measured confidence, the darkness swallowing him whole without hesitation.
Several positions later, Clana approached the entrance. Unlike many who tensed or prepared dramatic entrances, she simply yawned, stretched, and stepped forward as if walking into her bedroom rather than one of the most challenging events of the festival.
"What a pain," were her final words before the darkness claimed her.
Clana emerged into a corridor that seemed standard enough—smooth obsidian walls stretching forward until they met at a junction thirty meters ahead. The ceiling glowed with embedded light strips, providing adequate illumination without revealing too much detail. It would have been entirely unremarkable if not for the slight distortion in her peripheral vision, like reality itself was slightly out of focus.
"Dimensional manipulation," she muttered, immediately activating her primary defensive spells. Rather than rushing forward like many competitors would, she took a moment to analyze the environment. With her Mind aspect Gift, she could maintain multiple spells simultaneously, layering them for maximum effect. A detection array formed around her, thin lines of blue light creating a sphere that would alert her to nearby threats or dimensional instabilities.
The initial junction offered three choices—left, right, or continuing straight. Clana closed her eyes briefly, allowing her detection sphere to pulse outward. The feedback was immediate but confusing—all three paths registered as both valid and invalid simultaneously.
"Non-Euclidean geometry," she sighed. "Of course they'd start with the basics."
She chose the right path, not because it seemed correct but because it triggered her detection spell in a slightly different way than the others—a subtle variance that suggested something unique. As she turned the corner, the corridor appeared to stretch normally for several meters before abruptly ending in a solid wall.
"Spatial fold," Clana observed, approaching the wall cautiously. Her detection sphere indicated the presence of a dimensional anomaly—the wall wasn't truly solid but a visual manifestation of space folding back on itself. With careful manipulation of her own mana, she layered three spells simultaneously: a spatial anchor to prevent herself from being disoriented, a reality perception enhancer to see through the illusion, and a mana shell to protect against potential backlash.
She stepped forward, and instead of colliding with solid stone, she passed through what felt like a membrane of resistance before emerging in a chamber with five identical doors. The gravity shifted subtly, what had been the floor now angling at fifteen degrees, requiring continuous adjustment to maintain balance.
"This is going to be so troublesome," she muttered, already mapping the room's dimensional inconsistencies in her mind.
Meanwhile, Aaron Meriot had encountered his first significant challenge. The Dark Knight found himself in a spherical chamber where gravity pulled toward the center rather than downward, forcing him to stand on a curved surface while objects floated in the void at the room's heart. Three crystalline keys hovered there, each pulsing with different colored light.
Unlike many competitors who might have attempted complex mana manipulations to retrieve the keys, Aaron relied on the straightforward approach that had made the Meriot family legendary on the battlefield. Dark mana surged through his body, reinforcing his physical capabilities beyond normal human limits. With a single powerful leap, he launched himself toward the floating keys, using the momentum to snatch all three before gravity reasserted its pull.
He landed on the opposite side of the spherical chamber, boots finding purchase on the curved wall with practiced ease. The first movement of his family's Grade 5 art—Eclipse Cleaver—manifested not as a combat technique but as a stabilizing force, dark mana spreading from his feet to anchor him against the disorienting gravity.
"Primitive," he assessed aloud, examining the keys in his palm. Each corresponded to one of the three exits from the chamber, but only one would lead deeper into the labyrinth rather than into a trap or dead end.
Aaron closed his eyes, extending his senses through his dark mana. The Meriot family art was primarily offensive in nature, but generations of Dark Knights had learned to utilize its properties for detection as well. Dark mana responded differently to various spatial distortions, flowing more freely toward genuine paths and resisting falsities.
The red key resonated most strongly, vibrating slightly against his palm. Without hesitation, Aaron approached the corresponding door, inserted the key, and stepped through into a corridor where the walls pulsed with crimson light.
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"Too easy," he remarked, continuing forward with confident strides.
Clana had made significant progress through the labyrinth, her approach methodical and energy-efficient. Unlike competitors who exhausted themselves forcing their way through obstacles, she analyzed each challenge before committing to a solution.
In a section where gravity reversed every thirty seconds, she simply synchronized her movements to the shift pattern, timing her progress to utilize both floor and ceiling as walking surfaces. When confronted with a corridor that looped endlessly, she identified the mathematical pattern in the recursion and cast a targeted spell that broke the cycle at precisely the right moment.
Her current challenge, however, proved more complex. She stood at the edge of what appeared to be a bottomless chasm, spanning at least fifty meters across. Floating platforms drifted in the void, moving in patterns that initially seemed random but revealed subtle organization upon closer inspection.
"They're following a sequence," she determined after watching for several minutes. Many competitors would have already attempted the crossing, either succeeding through luck or falling into whatever penalty awaited below. Clana, however, had learned long ago that observation often saved more energy than action.
Once she'd identified the pattern, she layered three spells simultaneously through her Spell Synergy Gift: a minor levitation effect to extend her jumps, a temporal perception enhancement to better time her movements, and a mana tether that could pull her to safety if she miscalculated.
With these preparations complete, she began the crossing, each leap precisely calibrated to land on platforms at the exact moment they aligned. Halfway across, the pattern suddenly shifted—an expected complication in an event designed to test adaptability.
Without breaking stride, Clana adjusted her approach, recalculating trajectories mid-jump. Her expression remained calm, almost bored, even as she executed a particularly difficult maneuver that required her to rebound between two rapidly moving platforms.
"All this jumping is exhausting," she complained to no one in particular, even as she completed the crossing with more grace than most professional acrobats could manage.
The path beyond the chasm led downward, spiraling into what her detection spells identified as a major convergence point—likely the central chamber where the tokens awaited.
Aaron Meriot encountered his own set of challenges as he progressed deeper into the labyrinth. A corridor filled with spectral guardians tested his combat prowess, though the creatures proved little challenge for the heir of the Meriot family. His axe moved with brutal efficiency, dark mana enhancing each strike as he executed the second movement of Eclipse Cleaver—Midnight Reaping.
The spectral entities dissolved under his assault, their essence dispersing into the air. Aaron didn't slow his pace, moving through the now-empty corridor with the same measured stride he'd maintained throughout the challenge.
