When the sky splits open and the world crumbles into a black void, Waylon wakes up alone in a cavern that reeks of death. Stripped of his comforts, surrounded by monstrous predators, and armed with nothing but a cryptic letter and a blood-slick dagger, he quickly learns that survival in the Fourth Dimension demands more than instinct—it demands blood.
With every step, he is hunted, wounded, and broken. But even as the darkness swallows his hope, something awakens within him—a relentless will to live, even if it means drinking poison, fighting nightmares in pitch-black tunnels, or crawling through nests of chittering horrors. Each failure is a lesson. Each scar is a milestone.
This is not a story of the brutal, crawling start of one boy’s evolution—from prey to predator.
:) Hello everyone! This is my second attempt at writing a novel, and I truly appreciate you taking the time to read it. I know my pacing and writing style might be rough around the edges, but I’m hoping to improve with each chapter. I will try to maintain a three chapter a day pace, with release at 8, 9, and 10 am respectively. Please feel free to share any suggestions or feedback you have as the story unfolds—it means a lot. Thank you so much for your support!