The air was heavy with tension, and the group was on edge after witnessing Bart's gruesome death.
Each of them stood frozen, the reality of the situation sinking in deeper with every passing second.
Ezekiel's sharp gaze remained locked on the beast, analyzing its every twitch and aura.
He muttered under his breath, loud enough for those nearby to hear:
"You heard the rules. Let's not be brash. That's how we survive this."
The woman who had screamed earlier clutched her arms, her voice trembling as she spoke, "D-Do we really have to face this thing now? It's… it's too scary."
Dorion scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"That's why it's called a nightmare, idiot. If you can't handle it, you should've just stayed outside and let the blight monsters kill you. Better that than standing here screaming and crying like a—"
