The impact against the wall still vibrated within Erian's bones, a dull echo that seemed to rumble from his spine to his teeth. He barely managed to support himself on his elbows while the air burned in his lungs, coming in halfway, slipping out halfway, as if his own body refused to obey.
Seeing 'HER' true identity had given Erian the certainty that if he didn't get out of that room, he was going to die.
And not quickly.
Fear spurred him forward before his mind could even process it.
Still on the ground, with his muscles refusing to respond, Erian tried to crawl. His hands trembled as they rested on the cold stone, sticky with the blood dripping from the platform.
His body protested before he even moved, but he forced himself to do it. He dug his nails into the floor, pulled himself with a muffled groan, and started to slide toward the exit.
