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Chapter 66 - Chapter Sixty-Six: Thought of hope

I plunged into the darkness, the sensation of freefall enveloping me once more. The ancient book was still clutched to my chest, its weight pressing against me as I descended into the abyss. There was no end in sight, just the oppressive blackness that swallowed everything around me. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the chaos, but there was nothing to grasp onto—no logic, no reason, only the overwhelming fear that I was being dragged deeper into something far worse than I had ever imagined.

Just as I thought the fall would never end, my body slammed into something solid. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I gasped for air, struggling to regain my bearings. I lay still for a moment, my heart pounding, my head spinning. The darkness was suffocating, pressing in on me from all sides, but I forced myself to move, to push through the disorientation.

I sat up slowly, wincing as pain shot through my limbs. The ground beneath me was hard and cold, but it wasn't stone—it was something else, something slick and unnatural. My fingers brushed against the surface, and I recoiled in disgust. It felt like flesh, damp and slightly yielding, as if I were sitting on the body of some massive, unseen creature.

My stomach churned, but I swallowed back the nausea and forced myself to stand. I needed to find out where I was, what I had fallen into. The darkness was thick, almost tangible, and it took several moments for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I wished they hadn't.

The ground around me pulsed faintly, as if alive, and the walls were lined with grotesque, shifting forms. They twisted and writhed, barely discernible in the dim light that seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and I struggled to breathe, each inhale a fight against the oppressive atmosphere.

I held the book tighter, feeling its ancient power thrumming through the leather cover. It was a lifeline, the only thing keeping me grounded in this nightmarish place. The words on the pages were still shifting, revealing more of their hidden meaning, but I couldn't focus on them now. I needed to find a way out, to escape this hellish pit before it consumed me.

A sound echoed through the chamber—a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the walls and floor. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. The noise was followed by the unmistakable sound of something moving, slithering through the darkness. Whatever it was, it was getting closer.

Panic surged through me, and I spun around, searching for an escape. The walls seemed to close in, the shifting forms growing more defined as they pressed against the boundaries of the chamber. I couldn't stay here—I had to move.

I took a step forward, then another, forcing myself to move despite the fear that threatened to paralyze me. The ground squelched underfoot, and the walls seemed to pulse in time with my racing heartbeat. The growling grew louder, closer, and I broke into a run, not caring where I was going, only that I was putting distance between myself and whatever was hunting me.

As I ran, the chamber seemed to stretch on endlessly, the grotesque forms on the walls reaching out with twisted limbs, their eyes—if they had eyes—following my every move. I stumbled over unseen obstacles, my breath coming in ragged gasps, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't let whatever was down here catch me.

Finally, up ahead, I saw something—a faint light, barely more than a flicker, but it was enough to give me hope. I pushed myself harder, sprinting toward the light, desperate for any sign of an exit. The growling was right behind me now, so close I could feel its breath on my neck.

I reached the light, and for a moment, I was blinded by its brilliance after so long in the dark. I skidded to a halt, my heart hammering in my chest as I tried to take in my surroundings. I was standing at the edge of a massive chasm, the light coming from deep within its depths. It wasn't just any light—it was the same eerie glow I had seen in the twisted version of my village, the same crimson hue that had haunted my nightmares.

There was no way forward, only down. I turned back, but the creature was almost upon me, its hulking form a shadow in the darkness. I had no choice—I had to jump.

Without thinking, I leaped into the chasm, the light swallowing me whole as I fell once more. But this time, the fall felt different—less like being dragged into the abyss and more like being pulled toward something… familiar.

As I plummeted toward the crimson light, the ancient book in my hands began to glow, its pages flickering as if alive. The symbols on the pages rearranged themselves rapidly, forming words I could now understand. "The key to salvation lies within," they read. But before I could make sense of it, the light consumed me, and I was suddenly somewhere else entirely—standing in front of a door that I recognized all too well. It was the door to my childhood home, the one I had sworn never to return to. But something was different this time. The door was slightly ajar, and from within, I heard the faint sound of a child's laughter, echoing through the halls.