Race Against Time

The air reeked of acrid smoke and the bitter tang of burning metal. Adrian barely caught his breath as he dashed through the collapsing corridor, every step a desperate gamble against the encroaching doom. The base was dying—its heart ripped open by the explosion, its veins of steel and concrete crumbling into dust. A secondary blast had nearly taken him out, the shockwave hurling him against the jagged wall, but he refused to succumb. Not now. Not when the stakes were so high.

"Move, Adrian. Keep moving," he whispered, a mantra against the fear clawing at his throat. He forced his legs to pump harder, faster, the echo of his boots swallowed by the groan of twisting metal. The base was a labyrinth of destruction, its corridors once rigid and intimidating now warped into a nightmarish maze. Flickering lights cast shadows that seemed to mock his every step, dark figures looming in his periphery only to vanish as he turned.

A blast of heat erupted from the corridor

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