Harry was in a tough position, every breath burning in his chest as he fought to escape with all his might. Yet hope kept slipping away with every falling boulder, the collapsing path closing in behind him like a tomb.
The vanishing light ahead mirrored his life—flickering, fragile, ready to end.
Desperation surged as he prepared to use Shadow Step against the wall, praying it wasn't too thick. He could phase through matter for only a single second, but if he miscalculated and got stuck inside… it would be a death far worse than being crushed.
His eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to move, something flickered—an unfamiliar force grabbed him by the shadows and ripped him out of the collapsing cavern. The next instant, cold air slapped his face. He was outside.
A ragged cough tore the silence, and Harry hit the ground hard as Gracie hurled him down like discarded meat.
"Ouch, can't you be a little gentle?" Harry scoffed, dusting himself off.
