Meanwhile, Adam woke up in the underground chamber. Feeling refreshed, he gazed at the enchanting crystalline formations reflecting the sun's light filtering through the ceiling.
However, his annoying sensation of unease remained, a grating echo urging him to hasten the trial's completion. Each second crawling by caused this ominous feeling to worsen, like a ticking time bomb threatening to blast his mind to smithereens.
Unwilling to rush in the gaping maws of uncertainty, he checked his timer first. He still had thirty-four hours to kill three magical beasts. Then, he scanned his condition, noticing the healthy hue of fresh skin forming under the charred one.
