Chapter 80: Echoes of the Past

Ezra wandered through a dark, oppressive void. Shadows pressed in from every side, their forms shifting and whispering secrets he could not decipher. The ground beneath his feet was uneven, a mix of cold stone and slick, unidentifiable material. He felt a chill in the air, the kind that seeped into his bones and refused to leave.

He walked forward, each step echoing ominously. The darkness seemed to go on forever, an endless labyrinth with no clear path or destination. Occasionally, he stumbled over unseen obstacles, each fall a reminder of how vulnerable he was in this place.

The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, as if unseen eyes watched his every move. He strained his senses, trying to pick up any hint of light or direction, but the void remained stubbornly opaque. His breaths came shallow and quick, the only sound in the oppressive silence apart from the soft, relentless shuffle of his feet.