Black and white flashed within the silent Wandering Forest with Alex and co emerging from it, all breathing heavily as they dropped to the ground.
Taking a moment to inspect their surroundings revealed them to be a few meters away from the Hole… or rather, the Pit.
Alex let out a sigh as he placed his hand on his neck, feeling it out as he recalled the sensation he got just as Aiden had raised the wooden sword.
It was death… a death so quick Alex wished for nothing more than to flee.
An instinctual response, one born out of a desire to remain until his work was done.
Before that… he couldn't afford to die.
No, not again.
As he found himself slowly sinking into the terrifying dread that came from contemplating death, Alejandro's boisterous laugh snapped him out of it.
