You return to your real body, and the hunt begins anew!

You sigh contentedly as you withdraw your massive length from Aliénor's stretched twat. A gooey spurt of your seed splatters noisily onto the ground as you heave your way out, depositing the captain fondly in the shallow, runny puddle of semen that has built up beneath you. You leave her there, for now, spread-eagle, pussy gaping, lying in the pool of slimy, creamy liquid. She turns over to one side as if to relax from the exertion and buries her serene face in the foul mixture. It is almost a shame that you have to leave her there, so obviously unsatisfied, but hopefully it won't be for long. First of all, though, you have two other fools to take care of.

At a whispered command, your conscious is whipped away from the giant troll whose body you were inhabiting. For a brief moment everything is black and you are enveloped by an all-encompassing silence. Then you snap your eyes open and lean forward, reaching out with normal, human-sized hands to support yourself against the obelisk pedestal in front of you. In almost no time at all, thanks surely in part to the adrenaline rush of fucking Aliénor senseless, you are back on your feet and ready to go back on the hunt. You cast a thoughtful glance over the colourless mirror before you. After all, both Mélanie and Clémence still wander lost in the deeps of your labyrinth, and the two of them still have fresh wombs to fill! A large and uncomfortable erection quickly springs up in your trousers at the thought.

Eager to rectify that little problem, you conjure up your map with a hurried flick of the wrist. Once more, the simple projection really has proven its use. And so it shall again, it would appear! You break out in a fond smile as you search for the two yellow dots that interest you. As an aside, you notice with a fond smile that your previous adventure has left its mark in the form of a large, pulsing green dot to the east of the complex. Troll sperm being notoriously potent, you reason, you've undoubtedly left a highly pregnant Aliénor behind. Poor wretch. She is likely in for a complicated few hours.

Returning your attention to the golden specks currently of greater importance, you realise that the two remaining girls are heading in two separate directions. Neither of them, coincidentally, towards the centre of the great maze. The one to the east is, for the moment, all by herself, though it is only a matter of time before she stumbles upon one of your minions. The one to the north, however, has two interesting options. Hesitating at the midpoint of a fork in the road, she cannot help but make the right choice. Both paths lead to a different danger! Chuckling ruefully at your good fortune, you focus your attention on the red mark to the right of the branching corridor and a series of hazy images eventually coalesce into one.