The pace was slow, my body shivered, quivered, and screamed in agony. One of my eyes went dark: it was the same one I'd opened down below. I didn't know if it lost its light forever but I had to keep moving. Losing an eye was the least of my concerns.
Climbing was tough. Climbing a slimy surface straight up, with nothing but swords was tougher. Did someone flip the switch from nightmare to hell mode? Just how hard was this going to get from here on out? Honestly, I did not want to think about that.
Extracting one sword, punching a hole with the other. It really was slow. Too slow perhaps. My body was screaming in pain and I couldn't really do anything about it. Why does it always have to be like this?
