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Robin froze in place. Just moments ago, he had been inside the cave, hesitating, his breath shallow as he watched from the shadows. And in the very next instant—he was outside, in the open, surrounded on all sides by enemies. He had no memory of crossing the threshold, no idea how he had ended up here. One blink, and the world had shifted into a nightmare.
The specters froze as well. They had been charging eastward, driven by commands like a tide of death sweeping forward. But the sudden eruption of this lone human in their midst set their instincts ablaze. One after another, they halted mid-step, their empty heads snapping toward him.
For a moment, a terrible stillness spread through the horde. None of them knew whether to resume marching forward as ordered, or to descend on this single human who radiated danger… danger, and yet also the scent of prey, a ready-made feast trembling before them.
