The eyes of the monster did not pierce, block or trap me. They were merely glancing in my general direction. It seemed as if its eyesight was weak and poor.

We were already running, Chlora began incanting as I began sprinting at full force.

"Aid us as you travel in glee."

"Wind Silva."

Our bodies were gracefully aided by a slithering trail of wind as we swerved through the tunnels and floors. Passing rooms and corpses along the way.

It felt as if I was barely doing any work, rather it was the Wind Silva that bore the effort of my tire.

I shut down the captivating and manipulative feeling that made me want to stop moving and began running with even more power,effort and speed.

So this was the downfall of such a spell?

I looked to my right, slightly behind me, Chloras eyes were blinking heavily, implying she may fall into a peaceful sleep soon.

"Snap out of it."

I groaned frustratingly as I tugged her outward arm forward, causing me to trail behind slightly and her to swerve 3 doors ahead of me.

The monster was behind me, that was all I knew.

I could feel its thousands of little legs crawling over my skin.

What is this... feeling?

I didn't dare look back, in the fear that its disgustingly gratulating mouth would be the last thing I saw. Strands of spit that stretched from top to bottom. A tongue covered in lumps and warts as the blue-black beast swallowed me whole.

It wouldn't be done in a gulp either.

First, its hundreds of teeth would mush and scrape my flesh and bones.

Next, its tongue would roll me up whilst acidic liquid burst from its stomach, adding burning to the list of unending pain I would be experiencing.

Finally, after being dosed in acid and sharp teeth I would turn into a hollowed corpse and sink to the bottom of a presumably tight and uncomfortable pool of stomach acid. If I wasn't a mushy mess by that point, I'd like to assume.

I felt its gargles and shrieks get further and further, my confidence grew further and further. Giving me a cozy and cushy feeling.

My foot bent at a painful angle.

A rock in the floor sent me flying forwards.

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As if waiting for this chance, all I knew was that the monsters mouth was above and below me.

Light began to fade.

Not like this.

As if time had slowed, my mind triggered the world-energy store by my left in a stutter.

'Right. Fast.'

Boom.

My bent figure blasted into a door on my right. Rolling and crashing through hundreds of chairs.

A loud clanging sound echoed in the room as the door shut violently.

A loud tremor travelled around the room before vibrating into a distant feeling.

When I got up, the monster was gone. I scratched my head and avoided looking at any new injuries that had surfaced.

All there was now was,

Only an empty, devoid of any colour room.

It could be considered terribly insipid, it was as if someone had sapped the colour from this room.

I looked to the position where I had been launched from.

Several implants had bulged on the walls, evidence of the monsters attempt to break in to this room.

I cursed in my mind as my eyes bulged slightly.

Out.

I need to get out.

Right now.

The creature wasn't even banging against the door, merely pressing with the sheer weight of its volumptuous body. The door itself seemed to be on hinges.

I looked behind me.

Death.

The words appeared before my eyes.

A huge brown centipede, with long spiked legs and a head that was shaped like a helmet. Its body portrayed perfect symetry and its colour was a naturistic dusk.

I almost cried before realizing this beast was dead. Long dead.

As I walked up I realized its huge corpse was sloped over something.

A crown.

As if all the colour in the insipid room had been absorbed, this crown had been the thief.

It dazzled and gleamed despite the lack of light. It had jewels that peasants would die for. Many times.

I wanted to touch it.

Tou-.

A small swarm of tiny brown dots writhed as I shook my hand lightly.

I gulped, a cold pulse caused my arms to instinctively shake.

Thousands of tiny centipedes crawled all over me.

I was soon covered in them.

I looked as though I was a tv-screen error in brown.

I tried to claw them away but only found the gaps I scraped being filled instantly. My skin felt sick and I gargled inside. I held the vomit down as I braced myself.

Preparing 8 stores of World-Energy to surround me, I prepared myself for the cost of my actions.

Anything to get out of this hell-hole.

BOOM.

Splat.

The 8 World-Blasts shot in synchronisation. Producing a large bang as air gusted behind me.

It took a while before my senses returned. The shock was that bad, I suppose.

The ground behind me was coated in deep-red blood and so was my face.

Only two whites could be seen in the bloody mess I now was.

My body instantly started to crumble under the pressure.

It was then I saw on the floor, a line of tiny centipedes strolling forwards.

I brought out my sword and in a state of tire and fatigue tried to slash at them.

My sword made an awkward clang as it met with the cold stone floor.

The centipedes even began crawling up my sword.

God. I hate this so much.

My irritation got the better of me and I exhausted my energy slashing wildly.

It was then that I realised I was surrounded by centipedes.

A sea, if you will.

Their tiny sounds combined and made a shrilling sound. The sorrowing sound of their little claws gripping scraped at my hairs.

I ran towards the exit, slashing through the centipedes.

My efforts were rewarded awfully, as I found small groups of centipedes forming on my force as I constantly wiped off their advances.

My blood-stained face was all I could feel as I brushed off the hordes of dots that made my skin crawl far deeper than any deep-sea monster.

I exited the room atlast. The centipedes more or less gone.

I then realised Chlora was running right at me.

And behind me, she looked in terror.

I felt a wall of mystifying blue eyes seep through my bloodied clothes.

And I heard the primal gargles of the beast.

It was there.