Sort of.
Because every protector of the endless cavern is now hot on my heels. Speed is not their forte, but should I run out of room to flee, they’ll be on me in an instant and this time I won’t get away with a light graze. I grip the machete, squeezing so hard the pebbles of rust dig into my fingers, and prepare for the imminent final stand. My focus stays on the endless tunnel as I sprint like my life depends on it, which it does. As intent as I am on finding an exit in front of me, I nearly miss the opening in the wall. Only the most primal part of my brain registers the break in the cave’s design and it kindly stomps the brakes for me. I throw myself inside, noting the size of the egress point. The rock monsters may be able to follow, but it won’t be easy or fun.
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