Chapter 65: The Theater (9)
After crawling past the first ventilation opening, a long stretch still awaited Everly.
The moment she thought about the video already being released and how the masked men might activate the ritual at any second, her heart felt as though it had been thrown into a pan of boiling oil, tormenting her. Worse still, from all the crawling earlier, the skin on her fingertips had been completely worn raw. Wherever she had passed, faint streaks of blood marked the joints of the ventilation ducts.
Even though Everly had a high tolerance for pain, the injuries to her hands still slowed her down.
Faster, faster—just hold on a little longer… Don’t give up. The second vent is just ahead!
Forcing herself to forget the pain in her hands, Everly clenched her teeth, maintained a steady crawling posture, and continued forward.
Just as the vent was less than half a meter away, a low, coarse voice suddenly rose from directly beneath the stage—the man in the pig mask.
“The numbers are about right. Begin the ritual.”
“!!!”
No. It can’t start! The formation is too close to me—if it begins, I’ll be the first to be swept in!