Logan activated a disintegration field with Myriad Laws to Ruin, but the chains were too fast. The spearhead punched through the gaps and slammed into his back.
His ribs cracked with a sharp pop. His vision went dark for a second as his body was flung backward. He crashed into the rocky wall at the rift's entrance, his back smashing through three meters of obsidian. Shards flew everywhere.
Using the momentum, he flipped mid-air and rolled deep into the tunnel.
"Damn…" Logan dropped to one knee, his right hand slamming into the ground to stop his fall.
His peripheral vision whitened. His knuckles spasmed from the sudden, searing pain.
He looked up. Observer No. 3 was chasing him like a ghost, his silver-gray chains weaving through the narrow space. Every strike sent rocks crashing down.
"Logan, you can't escape!" Observer No. 3's voice echoed through the tunnel, cold and lethal. "Space Rule has locked down every teleportation coordinate. There's no way out for you!"
