Si Hon kept running.
At some point he lost track of how long it had been. The tunnels twisted endlessly, the floor uneven and slick beneath his boots as his lungs burned from the constant sprint. Behind him, the chase of pursuing Munches refused to fade.
Several times one of them nearly caught him— once a claw even swiped past his shoulder so close he felt the wind of it brush his neck, but somehow he kept pushing forward, legs moving faster than they had any right to.
Then he saw it.
A curve in the hallway tunnel.
Without thinking, Si Hon lunged toward it and rounded the bend at full speed— only to immediately spot a jagged rock formation jutting from the cave wall. It wasn't big, but it was enough.
He dove behind it and pressed himself flat against the cold stone.
Behind him the tunnel erupted with noise.
「KWAHAHAHA RUN!!!」
「Do y'all realize we might actually watch Si Hon die right now?」
「Hmm… yea…」
Si Hon ignored the stream windows completely.
