Army Guns Collector
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The flicker of torchlight danced across crumbling stone as Marlo pressed his quivering whiskers to the cold dungeon wall. His claws traced ancient mortar cracks, every rustle of his tail echoing like thunder in the silence. The scent of burnt parchment clung to stolen scrolls strapped to his back—secrets that could unravel the Rat King's tyranny. Distant screeches of iron gates shuddered through the tunnels. He tasted bile, recalling the amber-eyed sentinels prowling above, their steel claws hungry for traitorous rodents. A droplet fell from the moss-choked ceiling, exploding into crystalline panic against his nose. Time coiled tighter than a sprung mousetrap. One misstep. One breath. The kingdom's fate balanced on paws smaller than a gold coin.
description
Transfer every firearm into the crate before the timer hits zero—15 seconds, no exceptions. Move fast, stay precise. The clock starts now.
