Capítulo 198: Chapter 198
The wind carried a strange chill as the town sat under a heavy sky. The trees were bare, twisted like gnarled hands stretching to the heavens. No birds sang, no leaves rustled. The silence seemed to have settled into the bones of the earth itself. Not a single soul had dared to leave their homes for days. Every street had grown eerily empty. Every door and window remained closed tight, as though the world had forgotten the way to life.
Even the few who dared speak of it kept their voices low, hushed whispers that scattered into the corners of darkened rooms. There was only one thing on their minds—the thing that had begun to creep into their hearts long before they had realized it.
The Great One.
It was not a god. It was not a demon. It was something else entirely. Something born from the very earth itself, its power fed by humanity's greed, pride, and stupidity. It watched in silence as men and women consumed the world, taking whatever they could, stepping over one another, blind to the fact that their very actions were a catalyst for their own undoing.
No one knew where it had come from. Some said it had always been there, beneath the surface, waiting. Others said it had awoken in the deepest pits of the earth, a response to the endless harm humanity had caused. Whatever the truth, it had begun its work. One by one, people vanished. No screams. No warning. They were simply... gone. And with each disappearance, the shadow of The Great One grew stronger.
Among those who still walked the town was Callum. He had heard the stories like everyone else—the hushed whispers, the strange figures that appeared at night. He had watched as people around him began to lose hope, as the world around them seemed to decay, one crumbling piece at a time. But he didn't believe it. He couldn't. It sounded like some far-off myth, some tale meant to keep people in line, to scare children into staying close to their parents.
But then things changed.
It was late in the night when the first change came, an unnatural cold creeping through the cracks of his house. Callum had been awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, listening to the wind batter against the walls. The air itself felt thick, like it was pressing in from all sides, suffocating him. He got up, rubbed his eyes, and went to the window. Outside, everything was still. Too still.
And then he saw it.
A figure in the distance, standing in the middle of the street. Tall, far too tall for any human, its outline was impossibly dark, as if it absorbed all the light around it. The streetlamps flickered, then went out entirely. The figure stood there, motionless, as if waiting for something, for someone.
Callum's heart pounded in his chest. He didn't know why, but every instinct screamed for him to turn away. To go back inside, to hide, to pretend he had never seen it. But his feet were frozen to the floor, and his eyes couldn't look away.
The figure moved.
Slowly, methodically, it advanced towards him, its steps so quiet that the sound of the wind seemed louder. With every step it took, the air seemed to grow colder, heavier. The wind stopped altogether.
And then, a voice.
Low, almost a whisper, but sharp like it was carved from stone.
"You have lived too long in ignorance."
Callum stumbled backward, his mind racing. His heart raced, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps.
"What... what do you want?"
The figure did not answer. Instead, it stepped forward again, each step closer, each one dragging the air from the room. Callum's legs finally moved. He backed away, his hands fumbling for something—anything—to protect himself. There was nothing. He ran for the door, but it was locked. The key was gone. He tried to turn back, to find another way out, but the figure was already there, right in front of him.
It loomed over him like some nightmare, the darkness seeping from it, filling the room. The thing's presence was crushing, suffocating. And with it, a sense of realization sank deep into his gut. It wasn't here for him. It was here for everyone.
"Humanity's time has come," the voice spoke again, softer now, almost a murmur, but there was a certainty in it that left no room for doubt.
It raised a hand, long fingers stretching unnaturally, reaching for Callum's face. He froze, unable to move. The fingers touched his skin, cold and smooth, like ice. And then they sank in. His body screamed in pain, his skin burning as the cold spread through his veins.
The Great One spoke.
"Greed. Pride. Stupidity. All the sins of your kind have nourished me. Now, I will take what is mine."
The words did not make sense. But the feeling that came with them was all too real. Something inside of Callum twisted, his body fighting to move, to scream, to do anything but stand there as the cold took him. His vision swam, and the world seemed to bend around him.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.
The Great One released him. Callum fell to his knees, gasping for air, but the air felt wrong, thin, like it wasn't meant for him. He looked up, but the figure was gone, as if it had never been there.
For a moment, Callum sat there, in stunned silence. His thoughts were a mess. He didn't know what to believe anymore. But then his thoughts turned to the others, the people who had disappeared. He had to warn them. He had to find a way to stop this, to fight back.
He scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the house, his mind clouded with panic. The streets were empty, the air colder than it had been before. The wind began to howl, but it was a hollow sound, like it was echoing from somewhere far away. He ran, hoping to find someone, anyone, who could help.
But the streets were silent. Not a soul was in sight. It was as though the town had been abandoned overnight. The only sign of life was the faint glow of the streetlights, flickering and weak, like dying embers.
As Callum made his way through the streets, he realized that something was wrong. Not just wrong—it was as if everything had changed, as if the very world around him had been... twisted. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt it in his bones. It wasn't just the disappearance of the people. It wasn't just the figure he had seen. It was everything.
And then, it hit him.
He was alone.
Not just in the street, but in the world.
The Great One had already begun.
It didn't matter where he ran, or who he tried to warn. The Great One's influence had already spread. It had already started. Humanity was already enslaved, whether they knew it or not.
As Callum stumbled forward, his breath freezing in his chest, a horrible realization hit him like a fist to the gut. He was going to die. Not from the cold, not from some sickness. No, it was far worse than that. The Great One had already claimed his soul.
And it wasn't just him. It was everyone.
It was over. And there was nothing left to do but wait.
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