Screech—the screeching of wheels echoed from the dark tunnel. The sound continued getting louder and louder until it was deafening, along with a certain scream.
A minecart, occupied by a screaming young man, shot out of the tunnel and careened down the tracks. The wheels then lit up in fire as the brakes kicked in and plunged the speed from over 200 km/h to below 100 in a matter of seconds.
The minecart then slowly came to a stop, smoke billowing from the screeching wheels.
"Haah... haaah..." Ambrose covered his mouth and felt like vomiting his lunch. The intense deceleration had taken a toll on his stomach, leaving him queasy and nauseous.
He stumbled out of the vehicle, grateful to be on solid ground once again.
"Shit... how far did I travel?" Ambrose opened his interface while leaning against the minecart; otherwise, he would fall down as the dizziness hadn't disappeared yet.
