Oliver's veins, once aflame with boiling rage, now run dry, devoid of even a single drop of blood. Anger contorts his face, his teeth gnashing together and his eyebrows furrowing deeply. Time is of the essence, and Oliver knows he must act swiftly.

     White sparkles dance upon Oliver's right palm. With a focused command, he summons a gleaming light that materializes into a solid form, shimmering with ethereal beauty. As the glow fades, it reveals a glistening glass vase held in Oliver's hand.

     Oliver brings down the glass vase, smashing it forcefully into Rowan's head. The impact shatters the fragile vessel into countless sharp shards that scatter across the room. Rowan yelps as he topples onto Oliver's left side. The forceful blow cracks his skull, and his crimson blood streams from his fresh wound. Wracked with searing pain, Rowan lies sprawled on the floor, his world consumed by the intensity of his injuries.

     Oliver quickly sits atop Rowan's chest, his weight pressing down as he forcefully plants his hands on his opponent's throat, attempting to subdue him. The sight of bright red blood staining the floor causes Oliver's eyes to wince in disgust. Yet, an electrifying shock courses through his skin, heightening his senses.

     Amidst the chaos, Joel, alerted by the loud shattering of glass, approaches the scene. Peering through the wide-open doorway, his gaze darts across the passage, locking onto the sight of Oliver pinning down Rowan. Reacting swiftly, Joel snatches a pocket knife and charges toward Oliver.

     The knife glistens ominously in Joel's hand as he raises it, poised to strike Oliver. However, in a sudden twist, Rowan retaliates by delivering a stinging slap to Oliver's cheek, sending him tumbling to his left side. Just as Joel is about to drive his weapon into Oliver's spine, a stroke of misfortune alters the course of events. The blade inadvertently finds its mark in Rowan's chest, impaling him instead.

     Rowan's piercing shriek cuts through the space as the knife's icy tip meets his throbbing heart. The shock dashes through his body, causing his hand to rise into the air before lifelessly descending back to the floor. Rowan's eyelids flutter and gradually close, and his final breath huffs from his parted lips.

     Oliver's eyes widen in disbelief, his heart throbbing with shock and horror as he watches a man dying before him. A chilling shiver runs down his spine, yet the moment renders his joints immobile. He remains on the floor, his jaw agape in sheer terror at the grim sight before him.

     Joel looks at Oliver, and they stare at each other. Joel swiftly moves forward, intent on retrieving the knife from the lifeless body's chest. However, as he attempts to pull the blade, it remains stuck in the confines of the corpse's ribcage, resisting his efforts to release it from its gruesome resting place.

     Frustrated, Joel continues to exert force, desperately yanking at the lodged knife. Yet, to his dismay, the blade remains firmly in place, unyielding to his efforts. Oliver sees the opportunity, summoning his courage amidst the chaos. Oliver jumps forward, crashing into Joel and driving him forcefully against a nearby glass wall. The crystal pane succumbs to the impact, shattering into mere fragments.

     The explosion of glass splinters fills the air, with countless sharp shards scattering in all directions. The once sturdy wall collapses and crumbles, succumbing to the destructive force as the pane shatters into a thousand pieces. Each fragment descends with a resounding clatter, punctuating the chaotic scene.

     Oliver and Joel land in another room, their bodies crashing onto the cold floor. The impact sends them sprawling amidst a sea of pointy shards, their heads colliding with the ground. The sharp fragments mercilessly cut through their flesh, eliciting pained groans that echo through the room, resembling the anguished cries of wounded beasts.

     Blood gushed from the fresh wounds on Oliver's face. Quickly, he mustered the strength to crawl away, dragging his body across the treacherous terrain of glass fragments strewn across the floor. Oliver panted heavily, the sound accompanying every laboured movement as he slithered away. The pain intensified, coursing through his veins, while his ankles, like traitors, abandoned their duty, leaving him unable to bear his weight and stand upright.

     Joel shakes his face, causing shards as minuscule as dust particles to slide off his mask. Groaning, he scans the surroundings and spots Oliver crawling away. Swiftly, Joel grabs a sharp glass fragment from the ground, raising it in his hand. Then, he plunges the shard into Oliver's calf.

     Oliver shrieks as his eyes widen. The excruciating pain in his calf leaves him momentarily frozen, his body immobilized by the searing agony. The sharp tip of the glass shard pierces through the sturdy fabric of his boot, adding to his torment. Oliver lets out a piercing cry, mixing with his quivering moans.

     Joel burrows the shard deeper into Oliver's calf, drawing forth desperate wails of anguish. Despite the pain, Oliver's gaze turns back, fueled by a growing anger, his teeth clenched. Summoning every ounce of strength, he violently kicks Joel's face with his foot, striking blow after blow. Joel's grip on the glass shard remains unrelenting, refusing to release its hold. But, on the third kick, Oliver's strike proves decisive, knocking Joel unconscious.

     Gritting his teeth, Oliver reaches down and firmly grasps the shard embedded in his calf. With a swift, agonizing pull, he wrenches it free, causing blood to spurt from the wound. Overwhelmed by pain and anguish, Oliver's screams mix with tears.

     The pain in his body forces Oliver to lie still on the ground. However, ignited by adrenaline in his veins, his nerves jolt with energy as he summons the strength to rise from the floor. Despite the limp caused by his injured calf, Oliver pushes forward, hastening towards a nearby doorway.

     As Oliver passes through the threshold, fear hastens through his veins, propelling him forward. With a resounding slam, he shuts the door behind him. Oliver now finds himself limping across a dim hallway. Sunlight streams through the windows, blinding him as he hurries forward.

     However, Oliver's brief reprieve is snapped as the door behind him bursts open, shattering the calm. Joel emerges from the doorway, his initial pace deliberate and menacing. Yet, with each approaching step, his movements gradually hasten, resonating with a resounding stomp on the wooden floor.

     Oliver yelps as he watches Joel advance with a fierce glare etched on his face. Terrified, Oliver urges his steps to quicken, but the wound on his calf weighs him down, impeding his ability to sprint. Frustration and fear intertwine as he limps across the hallway, his whines of distress echoing in the air while the sunlight glimmers through the windows.

     As Joel's footsteps grow closer, the rapid thumping of Oliver's heart matches the tempo. Fear and excruciating pain mingle, causing Oliver's eyes to shimmer with tears of anguish. Glancing over his shoulder, Oliver sees Joel closing in.

     In a desperate escape, Oliver sees another doorway at the rear of the corridor. Summoning his remaining strength, he lunges towards it, gripping the door tightly and forcefully slamming it shut before Joel can breach the threshold. Oliver whimpers as he steps back into the room, bracing himself for the inevitable onslaught as he expects the door to surrender to Joel's force.

     The moment the door swings open, Oliver's shriek pierces the air, his worst fears manifesting as Joel strides into the room. Suddenly, a powerful force strikes Oliver from his side, hurtling him across the room before he crashes to the floor. Shock and surprise grip Oliver, his scream echoing through the room as he clenches his fists and shuts his eyes.

     As Oliver's body crashes to the floor, a burning pain shoots through him, accompanied by the sensation of a sharp blade piercing his shoulder blade. His eyes widen in horror, and his jaw drops open in a silent scream of shock. Time seems to stand still as his breath catches in his throat, leaving him unable to draw in air or release a single breath. His mouth remains agape, frozen in disbelief—as if the world around him has paused.