The forest blurred around them as Elena, Liam, and Eric sprinted through the underbrush, the echoes of their former allies' screams still ringing in their ears. The devourer's presence loomed behind them, a palpable darkness that seemed to suck the very air from their lungs. They couldn't stop, couldn't look back. The void was gaining strength, and they were running out of time.
Elena's heart pounded in her chest, each beat a desperate plea for survival. The trees seemed to close in around them, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, trying to ensnare them. The forest was alive with the void's malevolence, every shadow a potential trap.
Liam led the way, his sword still gripped tightly in his hand. His eyes scanned the path ahead, searching for any sign of safety. Eric followed closely, his axe held ready, though his grip was shaky. The horror of what they had witnessed was etched deeply into their minds, a nightmare they couldn't escape.