Eldric tried to run.
The moment Liam's attention shifted toward the corpse of the Ashmaw, the elder planted his hands against the ground and attempted to crawl away. His legs trembled, his breathing came in short, desperate gasps, and every movement sent pain through his battered body. Nevertheless, he continued dragging himself forward, driven by the desperate instinct to survive.
He had to escape.
He had to find a way out of this nightmare.
He had spent fifteen years trapped in Elaris, sacrificing countless lives and nurturing a Dread-level beast because he believed that one day he would reclaim everything he had lost. He had endured humiliation, frustration, and years of painstaking preparation. He had come so close to achieving his goal that he could practically taste freedom.
He refused to die here.
Unfortunately, he had barely moved a few inches when a foot came down on his leg.
Eldric froze.
