"Son…"
Ethan's father voice, haunting and unnatural, pierced the air like a malevolent specter. In this surreal, nightmarish battleground, his words were the first echoes of a storm,then followed by the battle cry of the lizard men charging towards him.
"Ahhhhh! Quiettttt!"
Ethan's anguished cry erupted like a battle horn, echoing through the desolate expanse. His hand clamped onto his throbbing temples, fingers digging into flesh as if he could physically shield himself from the onslaught within.
His companions, worried and confused, formed a protective ring around him. Their faces etched with concern, they called out to him, voices carrying the weight of their shared peril. But their words were a distant murmur, drowned out by the tempest raging within Ethan's mind.
