The lava's surface was like a treacherous sea, its molten waves swaying ominously beneath the runners' feet. Midas's heart raced as screams kept echoing from behind him.
Based on what he had seen and what he thought was happening, Midas knew the situation was critical and if he did not act fast, there might be major casualties.
Looking closer at the fiery emergences of the tongue-like serpents that claimed the bodies of those who were unfortunate enough to be in its path, Midas knew there was a rule.
It seemed someone had to step over them, awakening them before they could come out. This was because the group at the front was unaffected, and the only real bad situation was the spreading panic among them ever since they started hearing the screams.
Amid all this chaos, Midas' mind raced with the urgency to save his comrades who were in the jaws of danger.
