"Shit, shit… SHIT!" Ambrose leapt off a piece of collapsing land, boosting himself with blue flames.
The second he got across the ravine to the other side, a thunderous screech boomed behind him, so powerful that it sent him flying forward by tens of meters.
His ears rang like bass speakers were playing inside them. Even his bones were rattled as he collapsed, rolling on the ground until he slammed into a jagged rock formation.
[Timeleft: 00: 42:16]
"It's only been eighteen minutes?" He rasped, biting his bottom lip while clutching a hand to his stomach. His ribs seemed like they were caving in already and the blood spilling out of his ears wasn't even drying off.
No matter what angle he used to look at this situation, he was cooked.
"Stealth." His eyes widened as he pushed himself off the ground. "Aura… how much time do I have left on the last stealth potion I purchased?"
[2 minutes, 11 seconds.]
Two minutes.
