A Pale Hope To Beat the Dungeon
"Are you sure you're okay?" The policeman asked me as I continued to heave breathlessly. I then nodded while I still continued to feel the pain all over my body.
"We must move soon," I said without even addressing the policeman's question. "The crawlers will be coming if we stay a few more minutes in this place."
"What do you mean?" The silver man frantically asked as he finally decided to approach me for the first time. "You're just scaring us, aren't you?" The silver man accused with a troubled scowl as he pointed his forefinger at the space between my eyes.
"My son, I am a servant of God. The last thing I want to do now is to lie." I then directed my gaze to the silver man's shaking and tearful eyes. "I'm sure, just like me, you want to leave this place in one piece."