Liu Xian's lungs should have been burning.
His legs should've been ready to snap under him. His chest should've felt like it was caving in, every heartbeat a hammer slamming against bone.
But none of that happened.
He kept running. Feet pounding against the shifting ground of this nightmare dimension, his breath ragged but steady in a way that made no sense.
He risked a glance behind him.
The creatures weren't slowing down.
He clenched his jaw, breath hissing out between his teeth. His legs blurred beneath him as he dodged a glob of molten caramel spat from one of their mouths. The ground hissed where it landed, bubbling holes into the floor as if it had the acidity of pure acid.
He swore under his breath and darted sideways, nearly slipping on the sticky terrain that seemed alive, shifting like veins pulsing under the surface.
