A chilling situation

And so, I pressed on, battling one beast after another, my sword cutting through the air with unyielding resolve. 

Each encounter blurred into the next, the roars and snarls of the creatures merging into one another.

My muscles ached, my breath came in ragged gasps, but still, I fought. 

Time lost all meaning as I became a relentless force, striking down beast after beast until their numbers no longer mattered—until I could no longer remember how many had fallen by my hand.

Just as I delivered the final blow to the hog, its body collapsing lifeless at my feet, a strange sensation washed over me—an urgent pull deep in my chest. 

My breath caught in my throat, and before I could even think, my instincts took over. 

An inexplicable force compelled me to search for Damon, as if something in the very air around me was whispering his name, urging me to find him without delay.