As both of Ezekiels feet crossed the invisible threshold, a sudden, ominous change filled the air.
The creature's third eye snapped open.
A wave of pressure slammed into Ezekiel like a physical force.
He stumbled slightly, his heart hammering wildly in his chest.
The monster's gaze locked onto him, and the world seemed to shrink under its oppressive stare.
Ezekiel's breathing became shallow.
His vision tunneled as his body fought against the crushing weight of its attention.
Then, the beast moved.
With terrifying speed, it lunged toward him, its massive form blurring as it closed the distance.
Why?
Ezekiel's body froze, every muscle locking up.
The creature stopped mere inches from his face. Its breath, hot and foul, washed over him.
His knees wobbled, threatening to buckle.
He felt like a fragile strand of spaghetti, ready to snap at any moment.
Don't move. Don't move.
