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Kyara's POVThe footfall rang like drumbeats in my chest, slow and purposeful. Each thump carried a weight that made the air colder, heavier, and more difficult to breathe. I couldn't see anything beyond Eric's figure beside me, his body tight and ready."We're not alone," I said quietly, my voice scarcely heard over the sound of my pounding heart."No kidding," Eric mumbled, his keen eyes scouring the gloom. His grasp on my hand intensified. "Stay close."As if I were going to travel somewhere else.The footsteps became louder and closer. I strained my eyes, trying to see through the oppressive darkness, but there was nothing except the vacuum extending endlessly in all directions. I despised it. We had no idea where the danger was or what was about to happen to us.Then the atmosphere altered.The gloom was no longer just darkness. It moved. It pulsed. Like a living creature.Eric tensed beside me. "Kyara, don't—"But I had already seen it. A little glimmer appeared in the darkness
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