Chapter 37: Hell in a pendant

Pan ran.

He ran as quickly as he could. He did not know where to, for the entire hellish realm in which the Lich had trusted him into was one giant death trap.

Pan hoped.

He hoped there was a way out, but he remembered the Lich's words.

He would remain in here until the Lich decided he was ready to face the king.

If he could survive it, that is.

Pan jumped over a branch, then rolled to the left. The wendigo, which was hunting him, slammed into a tree, breaking it in half.

 Any hope Pan had that the creature was going to die from the collusion died when the wendigo shook itself from the leaves and looked his way.

Pan was all out of quick heals. He had used them too much, and now, had only one branch as a weapon.

The wendigo opened its mouth and let the cry of a baby escape it. The lips of the creature were soon in a sneer.

It knew it had him.

Knew that it would feast soon.