"Did the snake just move in recently? Did it piss off the lizard?"
Han Yu didn't want to know. He didn't want to be the neutral bystander caught in a battle between beastly apex predators with emotional baggage.
Whatever their backstory, he hoped they tore each other apart without involving him.
Nearly a day later, his legs threatening mutiny and his waterskin long since emptied, Han Yu's lungs caught a whiff of something miraculous.
Air. Real air. Fresh air.
He didn't care if it carried the smell of sulfur, brimstone, wet dog or unwashed yak—he sprinted toward it like a man possessed. The tunnel sloped upward before ending in a steep climb. The exit was nearly thirty meters above him, light spilling through it like the gates of heaven.
Han Yu looked up and grimaced. "Of course."
