Wyatt POV
In this timeless realm, the only markers of time were the letters Misty sent me. Each one a lifeline of hope and sanity. They fueled my determination to escape this place, where there was no moon to guide the night or day. It was an existence that stretched on endlessly, my tattoos fading but never completely disappearing.
This world, once thought to be similar to my home, revealed its true nature. I encountered grotesque beasts, born from the depths of dark magic. They were sinister creatures, hell-bent on capturing me, convinced that I belonged to them. They wanted me to succumb to the darkness, to become one of them. But I clung to my resolve.
In this desolate place, no one spoke to me. I realized that the beings I saw were mere illusions, trapped in their own versions of t
