[Run]
The man tore through the darkness, driven by the raw, frantic speed of prey fleeing a relentless predator. Behind him surged a group of shadowed figures, cloaked in black, their faces blurred and indistinct, like ghosts lingering on the edge of memory. They moved with a quiet, terrifying purpose, gliding through the night as they closed in on him, their presence a chilling weight bearing down with every step.
They chased by leaping from tree to tree in the forest that was high and filled with thick branches and leaves. There was no audible sound. But the man could feel the air killing them that was getting closer. Every heart of the man was beating faster and faster. But.
[The sound of an arrow being fired]
"Guah"A sharp, whistling sound sliced through the silence the unmistakable hiss of an arrow loosed from its bow stumbling backward, he collapsed to the ground and rolled, his body skidding to a halt against the forest floor.
With every ounce of strength he had left, he struggled to push himself up, forcing his trembling limbs to respond. But a sudden wave of weakness washed over him, draining his energy in an instant. His vision blurred, and he collapsed back to the ground, helpless.
He realized the grim truth.He was surrounded, like a helpless rabbit caught in a circle of wolves. The dark, hooded figures closed in from every side, their silent, menacing forms sealing any chance of escape.One of the figures stepped forward, breaking from the circle to stand before him. Its shadowy form loomed over him, cloaked in darkness, with only faint hints of a face visible beneath the hood. The air around them grew tense, heavy with an unspoken threat as the figure paused, gazing down at him in silence.
[With a breath of half life]
*Giggle*"So, you're still alive, you bastard," the figure sneered, the words dripping with cold disdain. It leaned closer, its face partially visible now, revealing sharp, unforgiving eyes that seemed to pierce through him. "You know who I am."
"Calm down, my friend," he replied, forcing a strained, uneasy smile. "I'm here only to complete our mission." His voice, though weak, carried a familiar tone, as if trying to remind the figure of a shared purpose, a bond once forged in blood.
"You know this is a sin," the figure hissed, eyes narrowing. "Not just against me, but against this country." The words struck like a blade, filled with betrayal and fury, echoing the weight of a deeper oath broken.
The figure sneered, arrogance twisting his expression as he slowly drew his sword, its steel glinting coldly in the dim light. "You're right," he replied, his tone dripping with defiance. "But my sin didn't begin today." He raised the sword, positioning it for the final strike, yet hesitation flickered in his eyes. For a long moment, he stood there, the blade hovering, as if wrestling with the weight of what he was about to do.
With a fierce resolve, he raised his sword high. "O friends of my struggle, bound together by our shared purpose," he proclaimed, his voice resonating through the silent forest. "Today marks not just the beginning, but the end of an era yet to come." And with those words, he brought the sword down, sealing his pledge in the cold, unyielding steel.
A triumphant roar erupted from the cloaked figures as they raised their fists to the sky, voices blending into a wild, frenzied chant that echoed through the trees. They shouted and celebrated, their cries filling the forest with a dark energy, as if reveling in the culmination of their mission and the promise of the new era they had vowed to bring forth.
To be continue.