Chapter 76: Hunted

The red dot was coming out of the cave, Kael could see it on the mini-map even without looking directly, like his brain had learned to read danger through peripheral instinct. It wasn’t creeping. It wasn’t hesitating. It was moving with the kind of straight-line purpose that made the dot feel heavier than it should’ve, as if the map itself was straining under the speed.

And since he just ran past the first station next to the dungeon, he knew he’ll be done for before he could even make it to the exit station.

Not because he was slow, he wasn’t. Not anymore. The title, the stats, the adrenaline; he could run like a man possessed. But there were limits. The tunnel was long, the path wasn’t clean, and the basilisk didn’t need to be smarter than him. It only needed to be faster. The sound behind him, scales skidding on steel, claws scraping stone, proved that it was.

Not to mention, even, by some ungodly miracle Kael managed to make it there, he was sure he didn’t spend enough time for it to be daytime outside. It was still night, and the thought of stepping into the streets made his stomach twist. Night meant goblins. Night meant things that didn’t care how strong your stats were when they surrounded you. And worse than all of it…He stank of goblin gut.

The stink wasn’t just unpleasant; it was a trail. It clung to his clothes, to his hair, to the dried smears of mud that had done their best to hide him from the basilisk but did nothing against the reality of what he’d been wading through. He could practically feel scent radiating off him, like heat.

He’ll be sniffed from miles away and will not make it alive.

There was only one option left.

He had to stay here, in the system.

The decision landed hard and immediate, not heroic, just necessary. Aboveground was a gamble with stacked odds. Down here was a maze, a coffin, a trap. But it was his

trap, one he at least understood. He knew the tunnels. He knew the doors. He knew the one place that had saved his skin before.

Without wasting more time thinking, Kael’s feet rushed up toward the only safe spot left in this hellish place.

The same powerline tunnel he used the first time here.

He remembered it like a scar: the narrow access door, the hum underfoot, the stale air that smelled like old dust and warm metal. He could almost taste it already as he sprinted, his breath tearing out of him in ragged pulls that he fought to keep quiet. Quiet didn’t matter much when something that big was chasing you, but habit still clawed at him, don’t draw attention, don’t waste sound, don’t invite death.

The sound of scales grating on steel and stone echoed loud behind him. It wasn’t constant; it came in pulses, like the basilisk’s body was a living avalanche. Every scrape seemed closer than the last. Kael’s muscles burned, his lungs protested, and the injuries he’d been ignoring, his torn vest, the fresh sting of that tail-drawn blood, began trying to scream their way back into relevance.

He won’t have enough time if he is late by even a second.

He ran, ran and ran some more and reached the door, just in time to close it and for [Presence] to fully fade away. The moment his hand hit the handle, relief almost made him sloppy, but he forced his fingers to work fast, shoved himself inside, and slammed it shut with all the care of a man trying not to die to the sound of his own desperation.

The latch clicked.

He locked it.

And only then did he realize how hard he was shaking.

The moment he locked the door behind him, it was as if all sensations returned to his body with a price. The dull, muffled world of the rune peeled away and dropped him back into his flesh like he’d been thrown from a height. Heat returned. Pain returned. Sound returned, too sharp, too real, too close.

An uncontrolled shiver ran through him, violent enough that his teeth clicked. He desperately tried to rein it in, to force his muscles to obey, but his body was feeling it.

Fear.

Not the ordinary fear of “I might die.” This was older. Deeper. An ancient primordial fear that didn’t ask permission. The fear of the creature that just went past the door he was hiding behind, because even without seeing it, he could feel

the weight of it in the tunnel like pressure on the air.

Then the creature stopped.

Kael’s blood turned to ice.

The basilisk wasn’t rushing past. It wasn’t chasing the scent down the track. It stopped right there, close enough that Kael could hear the faint scrape of scale against concrete through the thin barrier, close enough that he could imagine the curve of its head tilting toward the door.

Not even the loud hum of the powerlines under his feet was enough to muffle his loud beating heart. The hum was steady, electric, like a giant breathing machine, yet his heart still sounded louder than it, hammering in his ears in wet thuds that he was convinced the basilisk could hear.

’She’s gonna find me,’ he thought, and panic tried to climb into his throat.

He slapped a shuddering hand over his mouth, then another, sealing himself like that would stop his lungs from betraying him. He forced his breath shallow, barely there. Even his chest rising felt too loud. He held still so hard it became pain, muscles trembling from the strain of being silent.

The creature growled.

Kael didn’t need to see it to realize that it was right next to the small door. The growl wasn’t a warning. It was… confusion, anger, searching. The sound of something that knew there had been prey and now couldn’t decide where it went.

And then,

Suddenly, Kael’s heart, once again, instead of beating louder, throttled and calmed down.

It was immediate, unnatural. Like a hand had reached inside his chest and squeezed his fear until it stopped moving. His pulse slowed. The shaking eased. The shiver died out mid-spasm, leaving him eerily still.

His body simply stopped being afraid.

He didn’t panic nor did he feel fear anymore. The exhaustion was still there, the lead weight in his limbs, the scrape of air in his lungs, the sting of his torn skin, but the fear was gone, like it had been switched off. Kael didn’t even have time to wonder why; he just felt the absence, stark and wrong, as if his body had decided it couldn’t afford terror right now and filed it away for later.

The creature, probably attentive to the door, seemed perplexed. It was sure that something was behind the door, but now it wasn’t too sure. The growl softened into a frustrated hiss. The basilisk shifted, claws scraping lightly, head moving as if tasting the air again.

Instead of wasting time here, it looked up, and slithered forward. Several hisses leaked out of it, sharp and irritated, like it was cursing the tunnel itself. Thinking that its prey might escape, it ran at full speed ahead through the tunnel.

The sound surged away, scrape, scrape, scrape, growing fainter with distance until the only thing left was the powerline hum and Kael’s own breath finally spilling out.

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