The tremor beneath our feet grew stronger with every passing second, shaking the walls of the small inn. The shadow—now towering and consuming the very essence of the night—loomed like an unstoppable force, distorting the village's once-peaceful landscape. Every instinct in me screamed to run, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. This force was beyond anything we had faced before.
Raven pulled me to my feet, her eyes sharp with panic but her grip steady. "We can't stay here!" she shouted, her voice barely audible over the growing roar outside.
Leif was already moving toward the door, sword in hand, his expression grim but determined. Zara stood at the window, frozen as if caught between fear and awe. Her lips moved silently, as though trying to understand the nightmare that was unfolding before her eyes.
