Under Pressure (4)

5 minutes? 10 minutes?

Even though the tube didn't look like it was pointed towards him, Mikelo's sixth sense was telling him that this was the most imminent threat.

He contemplated, before gritting his teeth.

One more try to climb up the walls.

If that failed, he would use his last resort!

…

Mikelo lay on the ground, panting once more.

One leg was broken, while the other was completely mangled.

He could also no longer use one of his arms. The pain was devastating, but compared to getting eaten alive, Mikelo preferred these types of broken bones.

However, now that his body couldn't move, the sand was approaching again.

As it filled towards the ground, Mikelo finally noticed that it was approaching him with not a hint of imprecision.

At this point, it was only a dozen seconds away from him.

He hesitated for a second.

His eyes hardened.

No.

It was time for his last resort.