With a hoarse shout, Seung launched himself forward, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on his mind. His legs screamed in protest, muscles burning from the relentless pace, but he forced the pain down, narrowing his focus to the wounded millipede that loomed ahead. In a burst of sheer will, he closed the distance, leaping onto the creature's massive, segmented body, using the rough ridges as makeshift footholds to climb higher.
'Almost there,' Seung gritted his teeth, feeling the strain in every fiber of his being. The millipede bucked violently beneath him, desperate to shake him off, but Seung's grip was unyielding. The creature's sharp scales bit into his palms, drawing blood, but he barely noticed—there was no room for weakness, not when everything was on the line.
