The Desperation

Eighteen meters.

The incense stick had already burned halfway through.

Only twelve meters remained, but the distance seemed impossible to cross in that time frame, especially since the traps continued to become harder and harder!

"Two meters more... then I have... escaped... the gravity... trap!"

Ambrose screamed, stabbed his nails to the ground in front of him, and tried dragging himself forward, ignoring the numbness that shot throughout his hands.

However, the closer he got to the twenty-meter mark, the heavier the gravity seemed to become.

Now, it felt like the entire sky was crashing down upon him, making every centimeter a monumental task.

"Grrrr!" Through bloodied teeth, he raised his head and tried to push himself forward, but then the gravity increased again, causing his head to fall back down with a loud thud.