Zac felt the insidious grip of darkness tighten around him, a malevolent force threatening to consume every inch of his being. Panic surged through him, but he refused to succumb. With sheer determination, he summoned the strength to resist, his willpower a blazing beacon against the encroaching shadows.
"No, I can't meet my end like this," Zac declared, his voice strained yet defiant. His body trembled under the assault of the ominous energy, but his spirit remained unbroken. Survival became an imperative etched into every fiber of his being.
Soul, the harbinger of this dark torment, observed with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "I am surprised that you persist in the face of such agony. Your resilience is commendable, but futile," Soul remarked, a hint of admiration coloring his ominous tone.
