How many minutes had passed?
How long had I been running?
I had no idea.
I guess it had been more than five minutes.
Without looking back even once, I had been following the dark corridor ahead of me the whole time. I was running—doing the only thing I could do.
Before long, I reached a junction. I had to choose one of the corridors stretching to the right or left.
I clicked my tongue and chose the one on the left.
I passed through the metal walls, who knows how many meters below ground, as the red lights of the alarm—which had been blaring nonstop and was starting to drive me a little crazy—flicked on and off endlessly.
Of course, my problems weren't limited to that.
"Hah… ha…"
The leaking gases had started to seep deep into my lungs. I was able to filter out a significant amount at first thanks to Sith. But once there was nothing left but toxic gas along the corridors, there was no 'clean air' left for me to inhale.
Every breath I took felt like it burned my throat.
