The whispers grew louder, a cacophony of voices echoing in his mind. They urged him to embrace the darkness, to yield to the primal instincts that lurked within him. It was a seductive voice, promising power beyond imagination, a power that could reshape the world.
Alex felt a strange pull, an irresistible force drawing him towards the abyss. His vision blurred, his senses heightened. The world around him seemed to distort, colors morphing into shades of gray.
Panic seized him. He tried to fight against the whispers, to cling to his humanity. But the voices were relentless, their influence growing stronger with each passing moment.
A cold sweat broke out on his brow as he struggled to maintain control. He could feel the darkness creeping into his soul, threatening to consume him entirely.
"No!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the silent room. "I won't let you!"
