Chapter Eighty-Seven

Ethan stood in the midst of the rubble, his intellect reeling from the blinding light and the sudden emptiness encompassing him. The chamber that had once held Clara was now a destroyed , lifeless area. The air was thick with a choking darkness that appeared to beat with a life of its own, resounding the ultimate minutes of their fight.

"Clara?" Ethan called out, his voice trembling with a blend of fear and terror. But there was no reply, as it was the frequenting quietness that took after the entity's arousing.

The ground underneath him trembled, and Ethan's intuition shouted at him to run, but he remained firm to the spot, his eyes bolted on the dim figure rising from the shadows where Clara had been minutes ago. The figure was covered in an unnatural obscurity that turned and coiled around it like a living being. Its frame was continually moving, as though it were battling to set, and however there was a sense of overwhelming power radiating from it.

Ethan's heart beat in his chest