“Almost there! Just a little further!”

Fueled by survival instincts, Reagan sprinted desperately ahead, leaving a trail of blood and vomit.

There was no indication of him slowing down. In a frenzied sprint, he eventually glimpsed the towering walls of the base.

He understood that once he passed those walls, safety awaited him. The base held the promise of an antidote among its stockpile of elixirs and remedies.

A spark of hope lingered, and the prospect of survival felt attainable.

“Open the gates! Hurry, open the gates!

the base of the towering

fiber of his being trembled with instability, and the

blood oozed persistently from his mouth and

his plea reverberated, a multitude of ballistae released a storm of hefty bolts from the fortress walls. Each ballista packed formidable

eyes flickered, and he skillfully evaded the approaching projectiles. The bolts struck their

in the earth, and the remaining half protruded, generating

lost your mind? I’m

damn eyes and see clearly!” Reagan roared angrily at the

their weapons and

action-cannons and barrels all aligned toward Reagan beneath the wall, poised to annihilate him at a moment’s

not recognize me? Open the gates now, or none of you will be

what these people were

I might give you a swift end!” A chilling, resolute voice echoed from behind. Dustin

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