The moment the instructor's voice echoed through the chamber, Derek kicked off the ground.
His body shot forward like an arrow... blindfolded, bells tied at his waist and ankles.
The moment his foot landed on the first patch of uneven ground, the entire hallway seemed to come alive.
Fwoosh!
A wooden log swung from the right.
Derek heard the faint whistle of displaced air a split second before impact. He twisted his torso, barely slipping under it — his bell remained silent.
But he hadn't taken more than three steps when...
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
Kunai-like knives shot toward him from multiple directions, slicing through the air with deadly intent.
He ducked the first… managed to pivot away from the second..
But the third one..
Shhk!
grazed his arm, drawing blood. His bell at the waist trembled dangerously.
He could barely take a few more steps when another trap activated immediately.
Crack!
