“Lyana! Magat!” I called out. No one answered me except for the echoes of my own voice. A nervous tapping began between my lungs. Feeling the sweat breakout of my forehead, I reached for the Angelic blade strapped across my back. “Lyana! Magat! Where are you?”
My eyes swept through my immediate surroundings as I took slow steps forward. The shadows that engulfed the length of the valley threatened me with its darkness, but I continued walking. All the muscles in my body felt tense as I braced myself for whatever may jump at me from the looming shadows. The air was silent, it was as though even the legion of demons were gone. No hissing sounds nor shrieking snarls reached my ears was I walked further into the darkness of the gorge.
A hard lump formed at the back of my throat as I realize
