Desperation and fear intertwined within Chronos's mind, urging him to find a way out, but his efforts proved futile.
There was no escape from the merciless descent of the ceiling, leaving him trapped in this confined space with impending doom closing in.
Time seemed to stretch, elongating each second as Chronos's heart pounded in his chest.
The room felt suffocating, the air grew heavy with tension, a stifling atmosphere of imminent danger.
In a final surge of desperation, Chronos flung himself toward the walls, his hands futilely clawing at the sleek surface.
His finger tips grazed the blacked-out wall, but it remained unyielding, an impenetrable barrier to his escape.
" SHIT! "
Chronos's gaze shifted upward, his eyes widening in horror as the ceiling hurtled toward him, mere moments away from its catastrophic descent. In a frantic bid for survival, he tapped into the depths of his being, harnessing the Way of the Dragon.
