Labyrinth Of Galleria: The Moon Society -

The gaslight flickered low in the basement of the Galleria estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. Eureka sat on a rickety stool, her fingers stained with ink and grease, staring intently at the brass lantern sitting on the table before her.

Madame Marta clumped down the stairs, her eyes widening at the sight of the artifact. Well, I'll be... you actually did it.

As the Aster Crow reached out to claim the artifact, the ground began to shake violently. The walls peeled back like skin, revealing a massive, towering guardian made of fused stone and discarded puppet parts—a Labyrinth Warden. Labyrinth of Galleria: The Moon Society

The Peer Fortress stepped to the front, slamming its heavy shield into the stone floor with a resounding boom. The Biters collided harmlessly against the iron barrier. From behind the shield, the Aster Crow leaped into the air, its scythe whistling through the gloom as it cleaved through the monsters in a flurry of dark energy. The Marginal Maze chanted softly, sending bolts of pure force to clean up the stragglers.

With a practiced flourish of her chalk, Eureka completed the summoning circle on the cold stone floor. Light erupted from the chalk lines, and the air grew thick with the smell of ozone and old parchment. From the light emerged the puppet soldiers—marionettes crafted from wood, porcelain, and steel, brought to life by the soul's power. There was the Peer Fortress, towering and armored in iron; the Aster Crow, wielding a massive scythe; and the Marginal Maze, clutching a glowing codex. The gaslight flickered low in the basement of

She poured every ounce of her remaining mana into the lantern. In the labyrinth, the Marginal Maze puppet began to glow furiously. Disregarding its own safety, it unleashed a massive torrent of destructive magic directly into the Warden's core.

The brigade pressed deeper, navigating past hidden pit traps and walls that seemed to move when unobserved. Finally, they reached a chamber bathed in an eerie, violet glow. In the center of the room, resting on a pedestal of bone, was a small, ornate silver music box. Well, I'll be

Within moments, the corridor was quiet again, save for the mechanical clicking of the puppets' joints.