The calculations made from simple observations were quickly made by Nolan, and his eyes focused intently on the fog before him.
He couldn't see much due to it, but it was safe to reason that the only way was forward.
"9 minutes left..."
The voice rang out loud, reminding Nolan that he was on a time limit.
Without hesitation, he burst forth with speed.
He couldn't afford to take each step carefully, as he had no idea how far the labyrinth stretched.
To be safe, he decided to run.
At least if he failed, he knew he had given it his all.
But running also meant more of the traps would be activated, and soon, the entire world became an impaling horizon.
Needles shot out from the sides, blades and axes cleaving from the walls.
The ground occasionally erupted with incredibly destructive flames, threatening to fry him into nothingness as Nolan dashed forward, dagger in hand.
