Chapter 50: Young master has Returned
That moment. That small, insignificant moment when he tried to escape.
That was when it happened.
Einar’s trembling fingers had gripped the sporb too tightly, slick with sweat, and in his fear, in his desperation, it slipped.
A quiet, almost imperceptible clink.
It rolled, bouncing softly against the cave floor, before disappearing into a crevice hidden among debris.
Einar never noticed.
Because by then, his heart was already pounding with terror, his mind fixated on the overwhelming sense of dread that gripped his soul.
By the time he and the others burst from the cave, by the time they climbed the mountain, gasping for breath, shaking from exhaustion—
Something else had already found the sporb.
A shadow crouched in the cave’s darkness, its body shifting unnaturally, twisting like ink in water.
It had no true form.