In the Ruix Underground City,
Geisla crouched, his back pressed tightly against the damp, dark-scented rock wall, taking each step with extreme caution.
In this state, it was as if he was treading not on solid ground, but on an Abyss that could swallow him at any moment.
Geisla cautiously backed away, his eyes fixed intently on the Abyssal Demon not far ahead.
Sila's breathing became incredibly light and shallow, afraid that his presence might disturb the Abyssal Demons.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, each beat like a heavy hammer strike, making his eardrums ache.
Sweat rolled down his forehead, blurring his vision, but he dared not wipe it away, only desperately blinking to keep himself alert.
He slowly, slowly retreated, each step requiring immense effort to control his body without making a sound.
Finally, after a long and agonizing process, Sila reached the fork in the underground city's tunnel.
