He was falling. The air rushed violently past his ears, carrying the damp, metallic scent of... rust?
Why did it smell like Rust and blood as well?
He didn't know how deep this chute went, but he tried to remain clam... his human body would undoubtedly splatter upon impact.
Hide tried and twisted his torso mid-air, orienting his feet downward just as the darkness gave way to a solid surface.
CRUNCH.
Hide hit the ground with the force of a dropped anvil. He activated the damage inversion skill and the impact first traveled to his feet before plunging out and spider-webbed the stone floor.
He stayed perfectly still for three seconds, listening.
Nothing attacked him. There was no immediate rush of footsteps or the whistle of hidden darts.
But he did hear a low sound echoing in the distance. It sounded like... wet, ragged breathing.
