Tyler's POV
As Elias and I finished disposing of the last body for the creature, a heavy silence settled over us, broken only by the sound of our labored breathing. The weight of our grim task hung in the air like a suffocating shroud, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within the shadows.
I cast a weary glance at Elias, his expression mirroring my own sense of unease. "I don't like the look of that crack in the dagger's stone," I remarked, my voice tinged with concern. "It's been bothering me ever since we first noticed it."
Elias nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with worry. "I know what you mean," he replied, his voice low and serious. "It could be a sign of something much darker lurking beneath the surface."
I sighed, the weight of our conversation settling heavil
