Before the two pursuers could even register the eerie, glowing eyes that had appeared before them, their movements halted with a gurgled gasp.
Two thick shadow tendrils burst through their chests, piercing flesh and bone. Blood spilled from their mouths as their bodies trembled before collapsing to the floor, lifeless.
Don wasted no time. His eyes darted toward the hole Donald had jumped into, narrowing as he tapped into his shadow sense to scan the space below.
The entire room and the hole were enveloped in darkness, giving him the perfect environment to send tendrils down into the depths.
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Down in the hole, Donald groaned in pain, his entire body aching from the fall, which strangely wasn't as hard as he thought.
He rolled onto his back, clutching his side before slowly trying to sit up. "Where am I?" he muttered, his voice shaky.
