Chapter 140 Breathless

• Holding his breath, Liam flailed in the murky darkness, kicking and thrashing as the sharp, spiky thorns cut into his clothes, digging deep into his skin.
• The vines constricted around his legs, trying to drag him toward the gaping maw awaiting at the bottom. But Liam pulled back with his last ounce of strength, resisting his fate.
• His hands instinctively reached into his utility belt, and he pulled out his flare gun.