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chapter eighty three
Author: Mydas
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The hallway seemed to grow longer with every step we took. The flickering lights cast jagged shadows on the tiled floor, and that shimmer—whatever it was—pulsed brighter now, almost like it was alive. I clutched my phone tighter, the message still glowing on the cracked screen.

[3 minutes. Save him or never return.]

Save him how?

“What do we do?” Thomas whispered, his voice hoarse. “Is that thing… Is it our way out?”

I didn’t answer immediately. My mind was racing. The system has only given the instructions to save him. I had just managed to help him escape the first trial.

"We need to get you somewhere safer, Thomas. I don't think we are safe here." I said, looking at his face.

"Somewhere safer?" Thomas's voice cracked as he ran his hands through his brown hair. "Is there anywhere safe in here?"

I looked at him and sighed.

"I don't think so. But we can just hide for now and wait it out. We might be lucky and survive this. That way I can go back into my world." I replied, look
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