The tunnel was a blur. Adam pushed his Abyssal Glide to its absolute limit, his form a streak of darkness through the oppressive gloom. Behind him, the cacophony was deafening, the skittering of a thousand legs, the grinding of chitin on stone, and the occasional earth-shaking impact as the Creeper Queen bulldozed through any obstruction.
His Hunter's Tri-Sense was a screaming alarm in his mind, the Queen's predatory focus a psychic brand seared onto his soul. He didn't need to look back to know it was gaining. Its sheer mass and tunnel-adapted body moved with a terrifying efficiency his flight could barely match in the confined space.
"Hah, you now changed your name to creepers like it reminds me of something," Adam said that while thinking of a way to escape from this situation.
A desperate, half-formed plan had been his only option. But now, as the reality of the situation crushed down on him, he saw its fatal flaw.
