#Chapter 278: Trapped Inside

Olivia Dust clouded my vision and the cavernous echo of the collapsing tunnel rang in my ears. My body reacted faster than my mind, scrambling back on instinct alone, away from the silhouette that had lied to me and pretended to be my father. But with each attempt to steady myself, the unstable ground beneath me shook, knocking me to the cold, rough floor. “Dad?” My voice, trembling and hoarse, was barely audible even to my own ears amidst the chaos. He stood there, eerily still, unaffected by the shaking earth or the deafening roar. The walls rumbled, amplifying the haunting atmosphere of the sealed room. Debris continued to fall like a curtain, sealing us away from the outside world. The weight of our isolation bore down on me, making it harder to breathe. “Help me!” I pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand, desperately hoping that somewhere inside this monstrosity, my father’s spirit still lingered. I remembered hearing tales of the miners’ spi