Sam and the clone kept rushing forward, the ground beneath them cracking from the pressure of their speed.
Around them, the [Mist Rays] kept erupting again and again, but this time, they were much faster, sharper, and more unpredictable than before.
Each beam sliced through the air like a flash of death, cutting through the buildings on the sides and leaving behind trails of sizzling mist.
[4th level of danger.]
[It's getting exciting, don't you think?]
Their voices echoed faintly inside Sam's mind.
Even though he ignored them, a small frown crossed his face.
The mist behind him was much closer than before — far closer than he wanted.
It moved like a living thing now, writhing, devouring everything in its path as thousands of crimson eyes glowed inside it.
Each one was filled with hatred, hunger, and anticipation.
It was as if every single soul trapped inside the mist was watching him, waiting for him to fall.
The farther Sam went, the brighter those eyes burned.
