Inside the chamber, the pressure exploded.
Level 15
BOOM
Kaelen Hayes dropped immediately, his knees slamming into the cracked stone as blood poured from his eyes and nose.
His mental defense skills shattered like glass under the crushing weight.
'Fuck this.'
His thoughts came clear despite the pain lancing through his skull.
'I'm already in the last three... That's a guaranteed willpower treasure and whatever bonus payment they promised for ranking high.'
He stumbled toward the exit, his hand pressed against the wall for support.
'I'm not getting paid enough to risk permanent soul damage competing with whatever the fuck those two are.'
His eyes tracked back to where Damian and Sicar, both refusing to fall completely.
Now only two remained standing.
Blood covered Damian's face completely now, streaming from every orifice and soaking into his uniform.
The crimson liquid dripped onto the floor in steady streams, pooling around his feet.
Crack Crack Crack
