The call from the abyss

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 17: The call from the abyss

Darkness.

Cold. Suffocating. Endless.

Marcos' eyes shot open, but there was nothing to see.

He was floating—no, falling.

His body was with no weight, suspended in an abyss with no sky, no ground, no walls.

Where am I?

His heart pounded. The last thing he remembered was the red eyes in the forest. The voice. The pain.

Now, he was here. Nowhere.

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A Voice in the Dark

A whisper curled through the abyss.

"Marcos…"

His body tensed. He knew that voice.

It couldn't be.

Slowly, a figure approachs from the shadows.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Cloaked in an aura of power that sent chills down Marcos' spine.

His breath caught. No. No, this isn't possible.

The figure stepped closer, golden eyes burning.

A voice like a storm:

"Did you really think you could escape your fate, son?"

Marcos' blood ran cold.

It was Mongo.

His father.

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Marcos stumbled back, his chest tightening.

His father was dead.

He saw him die.

He felt his loss.

So how was he standing here?

Mongo tilted his head, his eyes glowing brighter. "Come now, Marcos… don't look so surprised."

The shadows around them shifted, crawling closer.

His father's lips curled into a smirk. "You and I have an unsettled business."

The darkness lunged.

And Marcos screamed.

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To Be Continued…

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What's Next in Chapter 18?

Is Mongo real, or is Marcos trapped in a nightmare?

The truth behind the red-eyed enemy.

A terrifying revelation about Marcos' true destiny.