In the pitch-black, dim corridor, footsteps gradually approached, getting closer and closer, carrying panic and fear, like a poor soul chased by nightmares. His heart raced, blood boiling, terror accumulating like a dormant volcano, harboring malice until one moment it erupted forth.
Anthony gasped, leaning against the wall. It was clearly just a simple escape, yet he felt as if he had just fought a hard battle, exhausted, every inch of his body seized by countless hands, pulling him forcefully, trying to drag him underwater.
The exit was right in front of him, and Anthony crashed into the elevator, rusty iron railings slowly closing, and then the whole started to rise. Amidst dust and glimmering light, Anthony could hear the roar of beasts, followed by more thunderous sounds of swords clashing.
Metal clashed, scraped, tore into countless fragments of iron, finally settling into dust and disappearing without a trace.
"Your Eminence..."
