The steps seemed to stretch in endlessly, causing an already tired Magnus to mutter curses under his breath.
The tunnel walls, originally covered in thick metal plates, had long since been replaced by an uneven rocky surface. The torches that lit up the staircase with an ominous blue flame had also become sparse, creating sections of darkness on the stairway.
The moldy scent grow stronger, and soon he saw the end of the staircase. A long tunnel stretched before him, and an orcs footprints were barely visible on the dusty ground.
'How did he run so fucking far!' he thought while panting. By now he had descended hundreds of meters into the ground, and a faint chill pervaded the air.
As he ran deeper into the tunnels, he asked the system—
'How far until I reach that bastard! It feels like I've ran a marathon already, yet I haven't caught up to him!'
[You've almost caught up, another 50 meters and you will face him. This is a dead end after all.]
