For a long moment, the Necrotic Forest held its breath with no moans and no scraping claws. No sign of the fissure, only the faint whistle of wind moving through skeletal trees, carrying with it the stench of charred bone and putrid flesh.
Kelvin slumped against a broken stump, with Speer across his knees and his chest breathing fast. His skin was clammy, sweat mingled with streaks of black ichor from wounds that hadn't yet closed.
The green glow that had infected his veins was fading, but not fully gone. Every beat of his heart made his vision waver.
Xerion's voice hissed low, the beast was quiet than usual. You danced too close to the Hollow's hunger. Any weaker, and it would have swallowed you whole.
Kelvin wiped his mouth, tasting copper. "We did not…have a choice." Darius spat onto the ground, blood and saliva mixed.
