The Weight of a Choice
Ezra's heart pounded.
The black doorway loomed ahead—an invitation deeper into the unknown.
The chained figure trembled, their form half swallowed by the mist.
And the silver eyed being… waited.
Not pressing him. Not guiding him.
Just watching.
Ezra clenched his jaw. "You're really giving me a 'pick your poison' moment, huh?"
The being didn't respond.
The whisper inside his head stirred again.
"Both are risks."
Ezra exhaled sharply. "Yeah, thanks for the input."
Power or progress.
Strength now or the chance to keep moving.
But at what cost?
His gaze flicked to the chained figure.
They weren't speaking. Weren't resisting.
They just… shivered.
Ezra's fingers twitched.
Was this another test? Would this person even survive if he left them?
Or was this just another thing the Sigil wanted him to devour?
His hunger stirred— waiting.
Ezra gritted his teeth. No.
Not yet.
Not like this.
He took a slow breath, then stepped forward— toward the doorway.
The silver eyes glowed.
The bound figure let out a shuddering gasp.
And then—
The mist shifted.
The black doorway pulled open.
Beyond it, Ezra saw nothing.
Not darkness. Not light.
Just an emptiness that stretched forever.
The whisper in his head spoke again, softer this time.
"You walk forward, unburdened. For now."
Ezra didn't respond.
He stepped through the doorway.
And the world swallowed him whole.