Everything in life, good or bad, comes to an end eventually.
And so did Lane's luck. After surviving multiple raids against all odds, his 'good' streak seemed to have ended, when a long, venomous spine of a dungeon monster pierced through his calf. He still managed to slash its throat, effectively killing it, but after that, he fell to the ground. In a last-ditch effort, he crawled away from the battlefield, hiding behind some rocks…
But that was about as far as he could go.
It wasn't the first time his legs were injured, of course. He was no stranger to having to crawl his way out of dungeons. The Gates didn't close, even when all the monsters inside were dead, so under any normal circumstances, he could just take his time, but…
The venom was the problem. Lane's leg had already started turning black. And he was still deep inside, far away from the Gate. At this rate, he would be dead before he could even get close to the exit.
