A blanket of shadow swallowed the mountain as the sun dipped behind the distant peaks. It was a tranquil transition at first, the stars beginning their cosmic dance, their brilliance further accentuated by the moon's radiant glow. The silver luminescence painted eerie patterns on the ridges, the surroundings momentarily rendered in monochrome.
Johan, despite the biting cold, took a moment to appreciate the serenity. 'There's a strange beauty to this place, even if it's trying to kill us.' But like a mirror shattered by a sudden jolt, the peace was ephemeral.
A rumble, so low and distant, rumbled through the ground, causing Danny to sit upright. "Did you hear that?"
Ken, squinting into the darkness, suddenly pointed, "Look there!"
From the base of the mountain, an ominous surge of purple water, phosphorescent and glowing, began its ascent. Like a monstrous tidal wave, it devoured the pathways, rushing towards them with an eerie determination.
