Capítulo 54: Third Floor [part 1]
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The battle had left indelible marks on me, but I could not afford to give in to fatigue.
Every fiber of my being screamed for rest, but the prison, now under my control, demanded my constant attention.
I had to ensure I had killed them all; none of them could be left alive after this fight.
And after making sure I had killed them all, I had to go to the lower floor to prevent something like this from happening again and to discover who or what had actually broken the wall leading to this floor.
This was because those I had just killed seemed too weak to accomplish such a feat, so it was clear to me that it was someone from the lower floors, although I didn't know who or how they had done it.
Moreover, there was also the issue of the extra traps and defenses I had put in place.
Whoever was capable of doing that in such a short time was clearly able to attack me without being noticed.
So the fact that I hadn't been attacked by anyone in the end was nothing short of surprising, especially since it wouldn't make sense for anyone to make such efforts and then not conclude anything.
"Unless that someone is the nanny trying to force me to adapt, even though I had previously determined she was theoretically not present."
With every step I took through the prison corridors, my mind pondered over the situation.
It was clear that what had happened was not by chance, and that someone had actually orchestrated all of this with frightening precision and accuracy.
The speculation about the nanny, whom I had thought not present, was the only one I had at the moment.
With these thoughts in mind, I decided to make sure that every prisoner was eliminated, moving from cell to cell, from body to body, ensuring that there were no survivors.
Every corner of the prison had to be secure, and every prisoner eliminated.
Only then could I allow myself to go to the lower floor and face the real threat.
With every cell inspected and every prisoner eliminated, I could finally turn my attention to the lower floor.
My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and suspicions, but I had to stay focused.
Every step I took on the lower floor brought me closer to the truth, but also to imminent danger.
The darkness seemed almost palpable, wrapping around me in a suffocating grip.
The silence was surreal, broken only by the dull sound of my steps on the stone floor and the incessant beating of my heart.
Then, without warning, all hell broke loose.
The cell doors burst open with a crash, and a flood of prisoners poured into the corridors like an unstoppable wave.
Shouts of defiance and despair echoed off the walls, creating a cacophonic nightmare of chaos and violence.
The flickering lights cast ghostly shadows on faces twisted with rage and fear.
I found myself in the heart of this storm, surrounded by enemies who seemed to spring from every corner, as if the darkness itself had birthed them.
Time seemed to slow as I gripped my weapon tightly, preparing for combat.
Every muscle in my body was tense, every fiber ready to spring into action.
The first attack came swiftly, a prisoner armed with a rusty knife lunging at me with blind fury.
I dodged the blow, feeling the rush of air as the blade passed mere centimeters from my face.
With a fluid motion, I counterattacked, striking with precision and taking down my opponent with calculated coldness.
But there was no time to celebrate.
Another prisoner assaulted me from behind, forcing me to turn quickly to parry a blow that could have been fatal.
The fight became fierce, with thrusts and parries following one another in a deadly ballet.
Every move was crucial, every mistake could mean the end.
A sudden strike hit my side, a sharp blade penetrating my flesh.
The pain exploded, blinding and brutal.
I stifled a scream, but the wound made me stagger.
The prisoner who had struck me had a surprising skill, far superior to the others.
It was clear that the deeper I went, the more the prisoners' abilities increased.
The combat grew even more intense.
Every blow exchanged with the prisoners seemed to last an eternity.
Blood flowed copiously, both mine and theirs, mingling in a dark red sea on the stone floor.
Despite the wound in my side, I continued to fight with fierce determination, knowing that stopping meant dying.
A particularly agile prisoner approached, his moves quick and precise.
I managed to dodge his first assault, but the second hit me hard on the arm, momentarily throwing me off balance.
With a scream of pain, I struck him with all the strength I had, breaking his resistance and making him fall lifeless to the ground.
The pain from the wound was becoming increasingly unbearable, but I couldn't afford to stop.
The prisoners kept emerging from every corner, as if the entire prison was alive and determined to devour me.
Every time I took down an enemy, another took his place, stronger and more skilled than the previous one.
Another prisoner managed to cut my already wounded arm with a dagger, the pain was excruciating and the blood flowed profusely.
Despite the wound, I forced myself to keep fighting, but my mind began to doubt.
"If this is the level of the prisoners on this floor," I thought between blows, "what awaits me on the even lower floors?"
Another opponent lunged at me with lightning speed, managing to strike my shoulder.
The blade penetrated deeply, tearing a scream of pain from me.
My vision blurred for a moment, and I had to summon all my strength not to collapse.
The clamor of the battle filled the air, an incessant symphony of metal clashing against metal, screams of pain and rage mingling in a crescendo of terror.
I felt the weight of fatigue bearing down on me, but I couldn't afford to give in.
My determination was the only thing keeping me standing.
One by one, my enemies fell, but it seemed they never ended.
Every time a prisoner was defeated, another took his place, fueled by the same blind rage.
Yet, I couldn't stop.
I had to keep going; I had to find out who or what had orchestrated this uprising.
Status de energia semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Pedra de
Poder