The void opened beneath them, swallowing every sound but their pounding hearts. Dong-geun, who was normally the picture of calm, a trait Chan-woo found extremely irritating, was filled with panic, and it showed on the inside. His golden eyes looked into Chan-woo's, and what he saw reflected within them terrified him to death.
His mind screamed at him to move, to do something, but every time his foot found ground, the illusion shifted, showing him a different version of his death: crushed under the beast's weight, throat torn open, blade broken. His breath hitched.
A hand grabbed his shoulder, Dong-geun, his eyes suddenly hard, and jaw set. "Don't look down. Look at me."
"W-What—"
"I said, look. At. Me," he said calmly.
Chan-woo shook his head as he tried to push him away, but Dong-geun's grip only tightened.
"I said, look at me, damn it! Look at me!" He yelled. "For once in your life, look at me!"
