Ethan sprinted through the crumbling remains of the dungeon, the ground splitting open behind him with deafening cracks.
Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, every breath felt like dragging broken glass through his lungs.
But he forced himself to keep moving, his eyes locked on the faint shimmer of light marking the exit.
'Just a little more. Just a little more.'
He told himself.
But his body had reached its limits.
Ethan's legs buckled underneath him and he stumbled, nearly crashing face-first into the ground.
He caught himself at the last second, panting heavily, arms trembling under his weight.
The exit was just a few meters away—close enough to touch if he could only stand.
But no matter how much he ordered his legs to move, they refused to obey. His strength had dried up, leaving him a broken mess.
Ethan clenched his fists in frustration, anger at his own weakness burning through him.
'Am I really going to fail here?'
