It had been hours since I fell from this place. I lost my way around this labyrinthine temple filled with eccentricities. It must had been nighttime on the surface.
Are they continuing the search for me? I sighed at the thought.
My long-tired feet slid through dusty metal floor, and hands caressing the walls that curved diagonally. I gave up running hours ago and reserved my energy to extend my expedition.
As I took a sharp turn to the left, I was greeted by a large room filled with towering statues of a humanoid being who had a frail structure. It hunched, meeting its back to the ceiling. Thin hands held the blocky ceiling. The statue's head faced the ground below it. Inspecting it further, it seemed the being was carrying the ceiling on its back.
I furthered to take a closer look. The texture of it was like of a feather-less chicken. I shook at the cold touch of it.
I ventured forward and stepped on something that had its sound bounce across the room. A cold ran to the back of my spine, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Hissing sounds gradually erupted on the hall before me. Scrapings of nails on metal blared and it signaled me to ran back in a burst back to the hallway.
The sounds grew louder as they had found its target. I continued to run, failing to catch my breath. I know I should never look back but I did.
I was met with a scaly being that ran on all fours. Its legs and hands were very long, like it was running on stilts. I looked away when I laid eyes on its eyes. Their scleras were a sinister black, soulless, and the pupils were crimson red.
I focused on the dimly-lit hallway and turned to corners upon corners to attempt to lose them. But they never did. And they were gaining.
I was breathless and my legs felt numbing from running. I felt everything turn a tad slow as dark circles clouded my vision. Before I can feel myself fail on me, I took a "snapshot" of them on my mind and prepared a message. I then used an ounce of my energy to send it to the spot where I saw those ravagers near the dome, hoping that someone would pass through it and read my message.
Before I knew it, my body limped as my feet were lifted off the metal floor—I was flying. A long pointed piece of flesh went past through my stomach. I coughed blood as I continued to fly.
So this is what it felt to fly, huh?
Involuntarily, I felt my arms raised sideward and palms faced to the walls. I then let it drop as my body did too.
Landing face first on the ground, I pulled myself together to see my attackers. But they weren't there. It was just a grotesque image of pointed metals stabbing the stilt-running walkers.
Splotches of dark started to cloud my vision as the pain overwhelmed me. I got myself to lie facing the ceiling and watch the intricate drawings of serpentine marks that were etched on black metal—and when my vision is completely blurred, a sharp light emerged on the ceiling. And I did not look away nor shield my eyes. I just let it be, until I felt my eyelids drop.