Kael sat with his back against the rough stone wall of the alcove, his eyes fixed on the shadowy expanse of the forest below. He could still feel his heart pounding from the close call earlier—his body thrumming with the strange energy that had sustained him when he ran for his life. The adrenaline had worn off now, leaving him with nothing but the oppressive quiet of the night and his own thoughts.
He rubbed his face with both hands, exhausted but unable to sleep. His muscles ached, his throat was dry, and the weight of his situation pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket. What now? he wondered, glancing around the darkened alcove. The forest below was still as death, the air thick with an uneasy calm. He could feel it—danger lurked in every shadow, every rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind.
For now, this alcove was the only thing between him and whatever prowled the darkness below. It wasn't much, but it was shelter.
Kael pushed himself to his feet and cautiously approached the edge of the alcove, peering down into the dense forest. The moon, or whatever passed for a moon in this forsaken place, cast a faint silver light over the treetops, but the mist that clung to everything like a thick veil obscured his view.
He scanned the horizon, his eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of the landscape. After a few moments, he spotted something—a faint glimmer in the distance, barely visible through the mist. He squinted, leaning forward slightly, and realized it was the surface of water. A lake. Or at least something that resembled one.
Water.
Kael's heart leapt at the thought. He needed water. It was the one thing he couldn't afford to go without, especially in a place like this. If he could just reach the lake, he'd have a chance to survive. Maybe find a better place to hide.
But then, as if on cue, a deep, guttural roar echoed through the forest, reverberating up the hill and into the alcove. The sound was so loud it rattled the stone beneath his feet, sending a shiver down his spine.
Kael froze, instinctively pressing himself back against the stone wall, his eyes scanning the forest below for any sign of movement. His pulse quickened, his breath shallow as the memory of the night before came rushing back—the monstrous creature with scythe-like arms, tearing through the demonic leopard as though it were nothing.
The forest below remained eerily still, but Kael knew better. Whatever had made that sound was out there, lurking in the darkness.
"Right. Probably not the best time to be wandering around a cursed forest."
Kael backed away from the edge and returned to his spot against the wall, the exhaustion creeping back into his bones. It had been adrenaline keeping him alert, and now that the rush was fading, he felt the weight of it pulling him down. His eyes drifted shut despite himself, his body begging for rest.
"Alright," he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.
"We'll wait until morning. If there even is a morning in this godforsaken place."
With a resigned sigh, Kael leaned back and let his eyes close. He didn't know if sleep would come, but at the very least, he needed to let his body recover. He'd need all the strength he could muster for whatever came next.
Kael didn't know how long he had been asleep when something stirred him—something familiar yet long forgotten. He blinked, groggy and disoriented, but there it was again: a faint, almost tender glow filtering into the alcove.
For a moment, he lay still, trying to place the feeling. Then it hit him.
Light.
Kael's breath caught in his throat. He sat up, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the soft, pale radiance creeping into the stone shelter. It was sunlight—weak and faint, but unmistakable. And for a moment, Kael stared at it, unable to comprehend the strange sense of relief that washed over him. It was as though he had been reunited with an old friend, someone he couldn't quite remember but whose presence was unmistakable. The warmth it promised, however distant, stirred something deep inside him, something that had long been buried in the abyss.
The endless night hadn't lasted forever after all.
A small, bitter laugh escaped his lips. Light. Never thought I'd miss it. The idea that he had lived through a time when light was an everyday occurrence seemed absurd now. The darkness had swallowed everything for so long that it felt like light had been nothing but a distant memory.
Kael stretched his stiff limbs, groaning as his muscles resisted the movement. His body still felt strange, buzzing with that unfamiliar energy, but he could ignore it now. The sight of sunlight—even the pale, fragile glow that it was—had reignited a flicker of hope.
Pushing himself to his feet, Kael approached the edge of the alcove and peered down into the forest below. The mist had thinned slightly, making it easier to see. The dense trees and vines stretched on in every direction, and in the distance, the faint shimmer of the lake was still visible. It wasn't far—maybe a couple of hours' walk if he could navigate the forest without running into anything… unpleasant.
Water. That's the priority.
Kael prepared himself mentally for the descent. The steep hill had been a challenge to climb in the panic of last night, but getting back down might be even more dangerous if he wasn't careful. There was no telling what creatures still lurked in the shadows below.
He began his slow, cautious descent, gripping onto the rocky surface as he lowered himself down inch by inch. The sharp stones bit into his hands, but he gritted his teeth and kept moving, his heart pounding with every step.
As he neared the bottom, something caught his eye. Off to the side of the hill, hidden partially beneath the underbrush, lay the mangled remains of the dark creature from the night before—or what was left of it, anyway. The creature had been torn apart, its body ravaged by the bear-like abomination's claws and teeth. Only a few pieces remained, scattered around the forest floor.
Kael's stomach turned at the sight, the smell of decay hanging thick in the air. But as he approached the corpse, something else caught his attention—two of the leopard's tails were still intact, their spiked tips glinting faintly in the pale morning light.
He crouched down beside the remains, studying the tails. The spikes were stiff and sharp, almost like bone, and he realized that with a bit of work, he might be able to fashion one into a makeshift weapon.
"Better than nothing."
Kael scanned the ground around him until he found a loose stone, then grabbed one of the tails and began hacking away at the base. The stone wasn't ideal, and the work was slow and brutal, but after a few minutes of determined effort, the tail finally came free.
He held it up, inspecting the spiked tip. It wasn't perfect—far from it—but it would do. He could sharpen it further, maybe find a stick or branch to attach it to later. For now, it was a start.
Satisfied with his crude weapon, Kael turned his attention back to the remains of the leopard. There wasn't much left, but a small chunk of flesh remained intact—just enough to salvage if he needed it later. He hesitated for a moment, the thought of eating raw, demonic flesh making his stomach churn, but he knew he couldn't afford to be picky.
Grimacing, Kael cut a small portion of the meat and wrapped it in a strip of cloth from his sleeve. Better to have it and not need it, he told himself.
With his makeshift dagger in one hand and the meat secured, Kael cast one last glance at the forest around him. The lake shimmered in the distance, and with any luck, it would provide more than just water—maybe some shelter or clues as to where he was.
"Alright," Kael muttered, gripping the spiked tail tighter.
"Time to move."
He took one last look up at the hill, then turned and began his cautious journey toward the lake, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement.
One step at a time.