The ground rumbled. The Nargacrypta wasn't slowing down. It refused to stop. Owen bounced through a narrow crack, slipped under a low arch of stone, dove through a puddle too small for any sane snake to follow—but that thing still came.
"WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU STOP CHASING ME?!" Owen screamed, wobbling through a cluster of sharp rocks that looked like fangs.
The Nargacrypta burst through after him, its spiked scales shattering the stone with violent force. He tried everything.
He went straight to a wall and stop, he waited and the narga slithered straight he immediately move aside dodging, The narga hit the wall of rocks falling to it's body But It screech loud that rocks fly away and hit its eye—it flinched and screeched when one hit, leaving a deep scar across its face. But it didn't stop.
He flattened himself paper-thin and slid through cracks no creature should be able to follow through. But still… it did.
