He was in a stockroom for cargos. He ran on the right, hiding behind the crates, out of the enemy’s sight. The man in the silver armor came out crushing in the walls. It seems that it’s enjoying its time hunting Gary.

He could feel the vibration on his pocket again, but it’s not the phone that Port gave to him once before, it’s the one they canary regularly used.

“Hello?” Gary moaned.

“Glad to hear you’re still alive,” Ina said.

“Can you tell me what’s going on here? Why aren’t they sending a rescue team here?”

“It’s not like we can’t, but the door that they used once before is stuck because of the sudden collapse of the pillars and some walls.”

“Does that mean I’m stuck here?”

“Yes, but there’s a chance that there’s a way out. You just need to investigate the area. I suggest you should find a map and I’ll find any records here regarding that place.”

“Why does it feel like you guys are behind all of this?”

“Because we are.”

“What?!” Gary’s vociferated. He could hear the screeching noise coming from the helmet of the enemy, grinding against the neck part. Its eyes tracked down to the source as it slammed its fist to the near tractor. It’s heavy stomp getting closer as he Gary's forehead produces beads of sweat.

Gary frantically looked around and he saw an opened window, but the only thing that doubts him for a moment is its height. He briefly looked behind to determine the enemy’s location. His brows furrowed as he couldn’t see the enemy and when he looked back to the window, a ten-feet tall with its sword held high had surprised him.

“Shit.”

He rolled sideways dodging its attack, he looks at his back once more. The sword was briefly stuck on the ground before he raises it again from the destroyed craters. Its attack didn’t spare the nearby non-functional vehicles. Gary pulled himself together as he sprinted towards the window. His feet sprang from the ground, shinnying at the small spaces from the craters, hopping and hanging. The enemy, on the other hand, raised his sword and held it like a spear before throwing it to Gary.

Gary’s heart skipped a beat as he could feel the piercing pressure behind him. He instinctively let go of his left hand and kick the wall shifting his position. The sword cut through the air – onto the wall, cracking the nearby ledges that Gary hoping to hold on.

He didn’t mind looking back anymore, what matters now is to focus up to the window. Exerting effort, Gary fortified his legs before jumping to the window and hanged to it. He climbed up then fall on the small space.

Even behind the wall, he can still hear the faint rumble of metal taking each step closer to him. He holds his breathe to slow down his throbbing heartbeat. Gary slowly moves forward without making any sound.

He saw a knife that was stuck on the wall and pulled it out. It’s a mistake that he removed it in there, because the man in silver armor noticed the crack of the walls, and with a quick response, he punched the barrier, passing through the wall that Gary’s in between.

Lucky he is, Gary, bent down to his knees just as the enemy punches through his way. He sealed his mouthful breathing with his hands, perfectly holding still as the enemy slowly pulled his arm out of the wall.

He slowly bent up and move carefully, everything seems to go smoothly – not when the walls in front of him crack. The enemy that’s looking for him is just ahead of him draws attention back to him. He held his sword high and throws it to Gary.

Gary struggle to move because of the debris, instead of removing, he bent, lowering his head. The sword swung in the air and cut through the craters onto him. Luckily, it only grazes Gary’s cheeks.

He could hear his footsteps thundering on Gary’s location. Gary raised his arm and place his palm to the wall on his back.

“Trembler de Terre,” He chanted. The wall slightly shakes and dust was pushed out from the corners, “Trembler de Terre.” He repeated. The wall didn’t budge. Gary's eyes remained fixed to the man charging towards him. For the last time, he chanted. Not just the wall, but the ground shakes, cracks begin to trail in every corner of the room, “Trembler de Terre!”

As he used all his mana, the ground collapses down and he fell on the lower level. He moaned and cough as he pushed over the debris on top of him. The entire room was filled with the gas tanks, wires that were messed, and cut off sparks on the ground.

“It seems my luck has not run out yet.”

He looked up and saw another part of the ceiling collapsed, it was the man in silver armor again.

“You again?”

Gary said and he hides beyond the gas tank. The enemy’s eyes remain to scan the entire room.

“I’m tired of this shit,” Gary observed the room, he noted the door just far behind the open space of the gas tanks, a generator that has not been activated and a wire that sparkling conveniently near to the generator.

He made a run silently as possible; he throws the pebble to divert its attention and successfully reached the generator. He taps the keyboards activating it, the wire sparks violently.

For the final phase of his plan, he threw his knife to make a hole of the tanks, spewing out the gas and goes for the closer ones. He purposely called out the enemy’s attention and made a run towards the door. The enemy charges as it quickly caught a glance at Gary.

Entering the door, he could hear the gas leak spark and the flames trailed back to its source, discombobulated the enemy. The gas explodes and set ablaze to the nearby tanks continuously ignites and tramples down the enemy. The pillars gave up and the fragments had fallen on top of him, burying him with the flames expunging from the ground.