At the center of the labyrinth is a minotaur. He is bound with muscle. He is fearsome. He is… snoring. Asterion, bored with how long I am taking to place my traps, has gone to sleep. This is despite warriors armed with swords and bows lining up at the gates leading into the maze, itching for their chance to battle the bull-headed, human-bodied creature.
Still, even though he is in mortal danger, I, Daedalus, the labyrinth’s designer, am happy for him to sleep. If I do my job in roguelite tower defense game Minos right, my minotaur won’t have to lift a finger to defend himself.
