Chapter 94: Hollow World (3)

The loose camp fire flickered weakly like a dying ember in this forsakened world, its glow devoured by the creeping dark. The night had thickened, unnaturally dense, so dense that it began pressing against the edges of the loose camp like something alive. The space around Agon no longer felt real... no it wasn't real.... it no longer felt like the world or the loose camp he was in a moment ago. There was no noise, no murmurs, no faint movement, no distant chattering of other wanderers....

Something had changed.

The embers shuddered. The warmth of the loose camp fire turned distant like a falling star, fading as if swallowed by something unseen. The silence stretched, impossibly vast.

And In that moment... A noise... A laugh..

Low, raw, and wrong.

It came from everywhere.

It came from nowhere.