As he delved deeper, the atmosphere grew more oppressive, and an eerie stillness enveloped the surroundings.
The screeches of the Nightmare Beasts became distant, until they completely disappeared.
The absence of the Nightmares' relentless pursuit was still a thought in his mind that was constantly surfacing.
The path seemed to stretch on endlessly, leading Raven further into the unknown recesses of the maze. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows along the walls, creating a foreboding ambiance. Every step he took was accompanied by a sense of curiosity towards the end of this path.
The silence was deafening, broken only by the echo of his own footsteps. Raven's mind raced, contemplating the possibilities that awaited him at the end of this path.
The conflicting thoughts of a safe zone and a menacing presence warred within his mind.
As he pressed forward, the air grew colder... Cold enough to make an ordinary man shiver.
