At last, I stopped punching Garon—after who knows how long of beating him until my hand was shattered and grotesquely deformed.
I stood there for a few moments, staring at his unconscious body, limp like a doll broken from the inside.
"I've wasted too much time here," I muttered as I prepared to move again.
I cast one last glance at the girl frozen in the corner, then dashed once more toward the center.
I ran at full speed to make up for the lost time, even avoiding the monsters in the corridors and ignoring them—except for the few I couldn't escape from.
Until I finally reached the end.
At last, I left the tunnels behind and found myself in a vast, circular arena.
Along its edges were the exits of many other tunnels leading here, while at the center lay a creature sleeping peacefully on the concrete floor.
But its rest didn't last long. The moment I stepped inside, it opened its eyes and rose swiftly, as if some force had awakened it against its will.
