"The annoying Marshal Haros, do you have any last words?"
"...?!"
When Haros heard those words, he finally accepted that he was facing certain death, not just another imminent danger like the many times he had managed to escape. This time, he might actually die.
Whoosh Whoosh
Frightened, the Marshal darted his eyes around, trying to analyze his surroundings for anything that could help him. With both hands, he grabbed the soil beneath him, quickly analyzing its density, dispersal speed, and whether it contained any useful elements.
In no time, the Marshal spotted a very narrow cave about ninety meters away. If he could enter the cave and crumple its entrance behind him, he could buy a few seconds. During those seconds, he could use the minor law of corrosion to dig through the mountain and escape!
