章節 5: 5. Into The Abyss
The growl reverberated through the narrow tunnel, sending a chill down Viole's spine. His hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of his sword, eyes scanning the darkness for any hint of movement. The others braced themselves as well, the air around them thick with anticipation.
The werewolf boy took a step forward, his glowing eyes fixed ahead. "Whatever it is, it's big."
The girl beside him, her smirk widening, whispered under her breath. "I hope it's not too big. I don't like running."
Before anyone could respond, a massive shadow shifted in the gloom, and the ground trembled again. From the depths of the cavern, something enormous emerged—a creature with thick, armored hide and eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Its breathing was labored, each exhale a deep, raspy hiss that echoed off the stone walls.
It was as if the earth itself had come to life, lumbering toward them with the weight of a mountain. The ground shuddered beneath its steps, sending loose rocks tumbling down the narrow path behind them. There was no way back. They had no choice but to face it.
"Move!" Viole shouted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. The group scattered, each member darting to a different position along the rocky terrain, eyes trained on the beast.
The creature let out a roar, its jaws snapping open wide enough to swallow any of them whole. The sound was deafening, rattling Viole's very bones as he sprinted along the cavern wall, seeking a position where he could strike. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with possibilities.
The werewolf boy charged forward, his hands shifting into claws as his body transformed halfway into his lupine form. He leaped at the creature with a savage growl, his claws raking across its armored hide. The impact barely left a mark, but it was enough to draw the creature's attention.
The girl, quick on her feet, darted in from the opposite side, a wickedly sharp dagger in her hand. She struck at the creature's exposed flank, aiming for a weak spot between its armor plates. Her blade flashed in the dim light as she found her mark, but the creature's hide was tougher than she expected. The blade only sank in an inch before the monster turned, slamming her backward with a swipe of its massive tail.
Viole watched the scene unfold, calculating his next move. The creature was slow, lumbering, but its hide was nearly impenetrable. They couldn't win by sheer force alone—they had to be smarter.
"It's a test," he thought, narrowing his eyes. "They want to see how we handle ourselves, how we work together."
His mind raced through possibilities, but the personalities inside him remained eerily quiet. They were watching, waiting for him to fail, to lose control. But not yet.
As the creature turned toward the werewolf boy, Viole saw his opening. He sprinted toward the monster's exposed side, his sword gleaming in the dim light. His muscles coiled, ready to strike. But just as he was about to leap, he felt a sudden, overwhelming presence—something dark and insidious, creeping up from the depths of his mind.
Clark.
The Arachne stirred, his voice dripping with malice. "This is how it begins, Viole. Your fear, your hesitation. They'll all die because you're too weak to act. Let me show you how it's done."
Viole grit his teeth, pushing the voice back. Not now. He couldn't afford to lose control—not here, not in front of the others. He focused on the task at hand, forcing Clark's influence away as he leaped at the creature, sword raised.
His blade struck true, finding a gap in the creature's armor near its neck. The steel sliced through flesh and sinew, and the creature let out a bellowing roar, rearing back in pain. Viole twisted the blade, pulling it free as the beast staggered, its massive form swaying dangerously.
But it wasn't enough. The creature was wounded, but still very much alive—and now it was angry.
The werewolf boy howled, launching himself at the creature's head, his claws sinking into the soft flesh near its eyes. The creature thrashed wildly, trying to shake him off, but he held on, tearing at the beast's face with feral intensity.
The girl, now back on her feet, seized the opportunity. She darted forward again, this time aiming for the creature's underbelly. Her blade flashed, and there was a sickening crack as she drove it deep into the beast's vulnerable stomach. The creature let out a final, tortured cry as it collapsed, its massive body crashing to the ground with a thunderous thud.
The cavern fell silent. The only sound was the labored breathing of the group as they stood over the fallen beast, their bodies slick with sweat and dirt. It was over.
For now.
The next few hours passed in a blur. After dispatching the creature, the group pressed deeper into the cavern, their path winding through narrow tunnels and jagged rock formations. The air grew colder, the walls closing in around them as the darkness seemed to swallow them whole.
No one spoke much. The fight had taken its toll on them, and the weight of the trial hung over their heads like a guillotine. Viole could feel the tension between the group—uneasy, unspoken—but for now, they worked in silence, each of them focused on surviving the next challenge.
The werewolf boy—his name, as Viole had learned, was Toren—was nursing a deep gash along his arm, but he refused any help. The girl, who went by Seris, seemed unbothered by the exhaustion creeping over them, her sharp eyes always scanning the path ahead. The third boy, still silent and enigmatic, hadn't spoken a word since the trial began. Viole wasn't sure what to make of him yet.
They had nearly reached the end of the cavern when the ground beneath them began to tremble once more. Viole's heart sank. Another creature? Or something worse?
Toren growled under his breath. "Not again."
But this time, the trembling wasn't caused by a beast.
The walls of the cavern began to shift, the stone rippling like water as the space around them distorted. The air grew thick with an oppressive, otherworldly energy, and Viole could feel it pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
"What… is this?" Seris muttered, her voice uncharacteristically uncertain.
Before anyone could answer, the ground split open beneath them, and the group was plunged into darkness once again.
When Viole opened his eyes, the world had changed.
He was no longer in the cavern. Instead, he found himself standing in a vast, open space—an endless expanse of white, featureless and cold. The others were nowhere to be seen. There was no sound, no movement. Just… silence.
Viole's heart raced. What had happened? Where were the others?
His breath quickened as he scanned the empty landscape, his mind reeling. This wasn't part of the trial, was it? Something had gone wrong.
"No, Viole," a familiar voice whispered, cutting through the silence like a knife. "Nothing has gone wrong. You've simply arrived at the truth."
Viole's blood ran cold as Aamon's voice filled his mind. The ancient vampire's presence was overwhelming, more powerful than it had ever been. Viole could feel Aamon's essence seeping into his thoughts, twisting them, turning them against him.
"This is your reality, Viole. You cannot escape it. You are not in control. You never were."
Viole's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his hands trembling. The endless white around him seemed to close in, suffocating him, drowning him in its emptiness.
But then, in the distance, he saw something—a figure, standing alone in the vastness. It was a shadow, vague and indistinct, but unmistakably human. Viole's heart pounded in his chest as he forced himself to his feet, his body shaking.
He took a step toward the figure, then another, his legs heavy with exhaustion. The figure didn't move, didn't acknowledge him. But Viole knew—deep down, he knew—who it was.
It was himself.
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