Chapter Fifty-Five

Ethan’s world was a void of cold

What he recalled lastly was the voice, chilling and hint, whispering that it wasn't over. As awareness gradually returned, he felt a sharp torment emitting from his bear and an overwhelming weight over his chest. His eyes vacillated open to a dim, glinting light.

The cavern was still, trembling with the rough constrain that had nearly buried him alive had subsided. The air was thick with dust and the fragrance of damp soil. Ethan lay in the midst of a heap of rubble, half-buried but supernaturally alive. Over him, the ceiling had undoubtedly collapsed, but a little take had saved him from being pulverized.

Groaning, he shifted to free himself, wincing as his shoulder screamed in protest. A quick assessment told him that it wasn’t dislocated, just bruised. As he pushed the rocks off his chest, he realized with growing alarm that the root that had blocked his escape was gone. Not just the root, there was a clear path leading out of the cavern. It was as