บท 22: The Descent or the Rise

The cold touch of the fallen's fingers jolted Alex back into the present. Panic surged through their veins, like ice running through their bloodstream, but at the same time, an eerie calm seemed to settle within them. As the grotesque figure's hollow eyes stared into their own, Alex realized something—they had to choose. Now.

The fallen dragged its fingers across Alex's skin, its touch leaving a trail of cold and dread. More of the creatures emerged from the darkness, their hollow eyes focused solely on the book Alex clutched. The air grew thick with tension, the wind howling as if nature itself recoiled from the creatures.

Alex's hand tightened around the book. The power inside it pulsed stronger than before, almost as if it were alive—breathing, waiting, calling to them. The decision wasn't just about life or death. It was about losing everything or gaining something unimaginable. But what would they become if they accepted the book's power?