Summoned with an SSS-Rank Portal Skill

William pressed onward, the echoing shouts of his pursuers spurring him forward. He couldn't risk a confrontation, not here, not now. He needed time, space, and a plan.

As he navigated the twisting passages, Jinra's words echoed in his mind.

'If I keep going, I should reach the labyrinth...'

The final obstacle. A sprawling maze designed to confound and disorient any who dared seek Jinra's treasure. Even with the cryptic clues from the message, William had no clear path, no map to guide him through the intricate network of corridors.

Jinra had offered hints, whispers of what to expect, how to orient himself within the labyrinth. It was something, better than nothing, but still...

Suddenly, figures appeared ahead, rounding a corner with surprising speed. The fish-men and pirates! They were closer than he thought.

"Halt!" a pirate roared, his voice ragged and threatening.

William's heart pounded. He'd only just entered the labyrinth, still trying to decipher its secrets, but there was no time for deliberation. He chose a path at random and sprinted, plunging deeper into the maze.

The pursuers skidded to a halt at the entrance, confronted by three diverging paths.

"Who the hell was that?" one of them hissed, his voice laced with suspicion. "Could it be some illusion, a trick of the magical formations?"

"Maybe," another pirate grunted. "Or it could be someone else who found this place. What do we do? Follow him, or try another path?"

The man navigating the traps stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "This labyrinth... there's no information about it, no maps, no clues. We'll have to rely on our instincts, our wits."

The leader of the fish-men, a hulking shark-man with a fearsome visage, loomed over the others. "So you know nothing of this part? Could that person we saw have some knowledge we don't?"

"Unlikely," the pirate shook his head. "Information about the other parts of the tomb, yes, that's possible to find. I know, because I did. But this labyrinth... nothing. The only way he could know something is if he were a relative of Jinra, and we all know his kin died before him. So we're safe."

"I see..." the shark-man rumbled, his eyes fixed on the path William had taken.

William, oblivious to the conversation at the labyrinth's entrance, focused solely on escape. The maze stretched before him, its corridors wider than those he'd traversed before, dotted with eerie, moss-covered statues.

Unlike the meticulously preserved sections of the tomb, this area seemed to have succumbed to the ravages of time. The pervasive dampness and creeping moss reminded him of the fissure, raising a chilling possibility.

'Is this place infested with creatures too?' he wondered, anxiety tightening its grip.

His hand instinctively rested on the hilt of Asura, his demonic sword, a silent promise of protection. He proceeded with caution, his eyes scanning the walls for any sign of the markings Jinra had mentioned.

After twenty minutes of navigating the labyrinth's twists and turns, he found nothing. Doubt gnawed at him, but he clung to the belief that Jinra wouldn't mislead him. It was just a matter of time, he told himself, before the first marking revealed itself.

But before the first marking appeared, something else caught William's eye. The labyrinth had offered no diverging paths, yet William had changed direction several times as the corridor twisted and turned. It was during one of these turns that he spotted it. In the distance, lurking at the edge of the corridor where it bent out of sight, stood a creature.

It was grotesque, its form defying description. But what truly chilled William was its smile - a wide, predatory grin that revealed rows of needle-sharp teeth. And its eyes... they were fixated on William, watching his every move with an unnerving intensity.

A wave of dread washed over him.

'What the hell is that?' he thought, his mind reeling.

He'd never encountered anything like it. Fear gnawed at him, but he had to press on. There was no other path, no escape from this unsettling encounter.

As William approached, the creature vanished. But its disappearance only amplified his unease.

'Is it waiting for me around the corner?'

The thought haunted him. He gripped Asura tighter, the familiar weight of the demonic sword a comfort in this unsettling place. With his senses on high alert, he rounded the corner, ready to face whatever awaited him.

But there was nothing. The corridor was empty.

"I have no idea what that was," Asura's voice echoed in his mind, a hint of unease in its tone. "I can't sense any mana from it. We should be careful."

"Don't need to tell me that," William muttered, his grip on Asura unwavering. "That thing was bizarre..."

After rounding the corner and encountering nothing but unsettling emptiness, William continued his cautious trek through the labyrinth. Five minutes passed, each step filled with anticipation, until finally, he spotted it – the first symbol Jinra had described.

A black triangle, stark against the pale stone wall. According to Jinra's message, this meant he should take the next right turn.

Moments later, he reached an intersection with three possible paths. Trusting his master's guidance, William turned right.

'These clues are a lifesaver,' he thought, a surge of confidence replacing the lingering fear. 'Getting out of here will be a piece of cake.'

But navigating the maze wasn't the only challenge. As he pressed onward, a familiar, chilling sight emerged from the shadows.

"A giant spider!" William exclaimed, his hand instinctively reaching for Asura.

One of the monstrous arachnids from the fissure, its multiple eyes glinting menacingly in the dim light, had found him. With a low hiss, it scuttled towards William, its intent clear.

But this time, the spider was alone. It wasn't like the fissure, where William had fled in terror from that army of arachnids. Now, with Asura in hand, fear gave way to determination. He charged.

His body, fully recovered from the battle with the elemental, moved with renewed vigor. In fact, he felt faster than ever. Perhaps it was the recent level ups, each one boosting his attributes significantly – a perk of being one of the summoned heroes.

The spider lunged, its fangs dripping venom, aiming for William's arm. But with a practiced twist of his body, he evaded the attack. Then, gripping Asura tightly, he unleashed a precise strike, aiming for the spider's hind legs.

The movement was a blur, the air itself seeming to warp around the blade as it sliced through the air. With a sickening crunch, the spider's leg was severed, spewing a geyser of green blood that splattered across the corridor floor and stained William's clothes.

The blow, though devastating, wasn't enough to kill the spider. It writhed on the ground, its remaining legs scrabbling for purchase, green ichor oozing from the stump where its limb had been.

William pressed his advantage, raising Asura for another strike. But the spider wasn't finished. With a flick of its abdomen, it unleashed a volley of webbing. The sticky strands flew too fast for William to react, encasing him in a silken cocoon. The pressure was immense, immobilizing him completely.

He struggled, but the webbing held firm. The spider, its fangs dripping venom, turned towards its helpless prey and advanced.