Nathan ran until his legs burned and his lungs screamed for air, but the creatures never relented. Their twisted forms slithered and crawled, their grotesque bodies warping the already broken landscape. The sky above had darkened, as if the very world itself was closing in on him. The shadows around him grew longer, darker, more menacing, as though they were alive and hungry for his soul.
Nathan stumbled, nearly falling, his mind a whirlwind of panic and grief. Angel. The memory of her voice still echoed in his head, mingling with the horrific sound of the creatures closing in behind him. Her last words had been a plea for him to run, to survive—but what was the point? He had lost her. Again.
The ground beneath his feet began to crumble, the rocks shifting unnaturally as if the earth itself wanted to swallow him whole. Nathan barely had time to react before the ground gave way, sending him tumbling down a steep ravine. He hit the jagged rocks hard, pain shooting through his body as he rolled uncontrollably down the slope.
When he finally came to a stop, his body was battered and broken. Blood seeped from cuts on his arms and legs, and his head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. Every breath was painful, his chest heaving as he struggled to push himself up.
Above him, the creatures loomed, their glowing eyes piercing the darkness. They watched him, as if savoring the moment before they would pounce.
Nathan scrambled to his feet, but the pain in his legs made it nearly impossible to stand. He was trapped. The ravine's steep walls rose on either side of him, too high to climb, and the creatures blocked his only way out. His heart raced as he realized there was nowhere to run.
He was going to die here.
The thought crashed over him like a wave, drowning out everything else. All the fear, all the pain—it didn't matter anymore. He had failed. He had failed Angel, Enoch, Jeremiah, everyone. This world had taken everything from him, and now it would take his life too.
Nathan collapsed to his knees, his body shaking with exhaustion and despair. He was done. He couldn't fight anymore.
But then, from somewhere deep in the darkness, a faint light flickered.
At first, Nathan thought he was imagining it, a trick of his mind in its final moments. But as the light grew brighter, he realized it was real. It was small, no bigger than a candle flame, but in the overwhelming darkness of the ravine, it stood out like a beacon.
The creatures hesitated, their glowing eyes narrowing as they sensed the change. The light, though faint, seemed to push them back, as though it were some kind of ward against the darkness.
Nathan blinked, confused. The light floated toward him, slow but deliberate, until it hovered just a few feet away. As it neared, Nathan could make out a shape within it—a small, childlike figure wrapped in a shroud of white.
"Nathan," a soft voice called out, echoing through the ravine. It wasn't Angel's voice, but it was familiar.
Nathan's heart skipped a beat as the figure stepped forward, the light illuminating her face. It was a young girl, her skin pale and translucent, her eyes wide and innocent. She couldn't have been more than ten years old, but there was something ancient about her, something otherworldly.
"Who… who are you?" Nathan stammered, his voice weak.
The girl smiled softly, her eyes filled with a sadness that seemed far too deep for someone so young. "I've been watching you. For a long time."
Nathan's brow furrowed in confusion. "Watching me? Why?"
"Because I know what you're going through," she said softly, her voice like a whisper carried on the wind. "I know the pain of losing everything. Of being trapped in this place."
Nathan's chest tightened. "Are you… are you one of them? One of the monsters?"
The girl shook her head, her expression growing more somber. "No. I'm like you. Or at least, I was. Once." She looked up at the creatures that still circled above the ravine, watching but not attacking. "They won't come near us while I'm here."
Nathan glanced at the creatures, then back at the girl. "Why? What are you?"
The girl's smile faded, and for a moment, she looked incredibly weary. "I'm what's left of those who've died in this world. The ones who couldn't escape."
Nathan's breath caught in his throat. "You… you're dead?"
The girl nodded slowly. "Yes. This place, it consumes everything. Your hope, your soul. It takes it all. And when there's nothing left, you become like me. Or worse… like them." She gestured to the creatures with a slow, deliberate motion.
Nathan's blood ran cold. This is what would happen to him? If he gave up, if he let the darkness take him, he would become one of those twisted, horrifying things?
The girl seemed to sense his thoughts. "There's still time for you. You can still escape."
Nathan shook his head, his voice trembling. "How? There's no way out. I've tried everything."
The girl stepped closer, her light flickering slightly. "There is a way. But it's not what you think. You won't find it by running."
Nathan frowned. "Then how?"
The girl hesitated, her eyes darkening with sorrow. "You have to accept it. The pain. The loss. Everything this place has taken from you… you have to face it. Only then will you find the strength to break free."
Nathan stared at her, disbelief and confusion swirling in his mind. "How can I accept it? How can I just… let it happen? I can't… I can't lose Angel again."
The girl's expression softened. "You've already lost her, Nathan. You can't change that. But if you don't let go… if you don't move forward, you'll lose yourself too."
Nathan's heart ached with the weight of her words. Was that it? Was that the answer? Letting go felt like an impossible task. How could he move on from all the death, the loss, the guilt? But if he didn't… he would become like the creatures, lost to the darkness forever.
Before he could respond, the ground beneath them rumbled. The creatures, sensing something was changing, began to stir again. Their movements grew more erratic, more frantic, as if they knew their time was running out.
The girl's light flickered dangerously. "You have to go, Nathan. Before it's too late."
Nathan stood, his legs shaky but functional. "What about you?"
The girl smiled sadly. "I'm already gone. But you… you can still make it."
Nathan felt a lump rise in his throat. He wanted to help her, to save her, but deep down, he knew she was right. There was nothing he could do. She was a part of this place now, just like Angel.
The creatures began to descend, their grotesque forms closing in on them, their jagged teeth gnashing in anticipation.
The girl's eyes met Nathan's one last time. "Run. Don't stop. Don't look back."
And then she was gone, her light snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
Nathan didn't hesitate. He turned and ran, his legs burning with exhaustion as the creatures descended behind him. The ravine stretched out before him, an endless maze of jagged rocks and twisted pathways, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. The shadows clawed at his heels, their guttural roars growing louder, more desperate.
But Nathan kept running.
And for the first time since he had entered this nightmarish world, he felt a sliver of hope. Not for survival, not for escape, but for something deeper—something he couldn't quite name yet.
But it was enough to keep him moving forward.
And in this place, that was all that mattered.