Chapter 272: Whispers In The Dark
The darkness seemed to swallow them whole, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet. Elijah led the way, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light, as if he knew exactly where he was going.
Snow’s senses were on high alert, her mind racing with questions. Where was Kyle? And what was the significance of the name Lilith, whispered by the shadows?
As they walked, the landscape shifted and changed, the shadows twisting into grotesque, nightmarish forms. Snow’s grip on her sword tightened, her heart pounding in her chest.
Suddenly, Elijah stopped, his head cocked to one side. "Do you hear that?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Snow strained her ears, and then she heard it - a faint, mournful cry, echoing through the darkness. It was a voice she knew, a voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"Kyle," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Elijah’s.
’Not good, I have to find him quickly.’ Her whole system was at unease, the moment that strange figure appeared and snatched Kyle.
She wasn’t sure how the figure tampered with this body, considering this was a projection of a dummy she created, from Kyle’s shadow craft and bind skills.
But still, something in her bore testament to Kyle’s senses, like they were one part. A bonding of two souls into one.
Not the familiar feeling she got while in the system, guiding Kyle. But a more serene attachment, like that of reality itself.
...
Elijah’s face was grim. "This way, Snow. But be warned...whatever we’re about to face, it’s not going to be easy."