Fueled by an adrenaline rush, Zed's steps fell heavier, echoing off the stone walls of the labyrinth-like tunnels, reminding him of the resolute beat of his heart.
His eyes shone with a fervor that could have outshone the sun. His Vampire Blade pulsed in harmony, reverberating his growing anticipation.
Every detail of the insect hive seemed to jump out in sharp relief, like he was seeing it for the first time. The grungy, dark walls of the tunnel bore witness to countless battles. He could almost taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with the acrid, sour stench of decaying flesh, a grotesque testament to the life-and-death struggle waged within these walls. It wasn't pleasant by any stretch, but it was his reality, his battleground.
