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CHAPTER 114: DESCENT INTO MADNESS
DESCENT INTO MADNESS
The world freezes for a split second as you make the heart-wrenching decision. With a gut-wrenching twist of fate, you shove the injured survivor towards the abomination, their eyes widening in shock and betrayal. You don't look back. Heart pounding, you sprint towards the ravine's edge, the survivor's scream echoing in your ears. The abomination, momentarily distracted, lunges at the discarded prey, its massive jaws closing with a sickening crunch.
The ground beneath your feet crumbles as you leap, adrenaline fueling every fiber of your being. You hit the slope hard, tumbling and sliding down the ravine's sheer side, rocks and debris cascading with you. Behind, the abomination roars in triumph, but you hear more than just its victory; there's a frightening rumble, a tremor that shakes the earth.
As you slam to a stop at the base of the ravine, gasping for air, you look up. The abomination stands poised at the edge, but the ground continues to quake. A fissure opens beneath it, the earth splitting with a raw, primal power. The creature bellows, teetering on the brink of oblivion, and then plummets, its howl of rage echoing through the air.
You can't catch your breath. It's a temporary victory, but every instinct screams that something worse is coming. The ground above continues to rumble ominously, threatening to collapse entirely. You scramble to your feet, eyes darting for a way out.
The ground beneath your feet crumbles as you leap, adrenaline fueling every fiber of your being. You hit the slope hard, tumbling and sliding down the ravine's sheer side, rocks and debris cascading with you. Behind, the abomination roars in triumph, but you hear more than just its victory; there's a frightening rumble, a tremor that shakes the earth.
As you slam to a stop at the base of the ravine, gasping for air, you look up. The abomination stands poised at the edge, but the ground continues to quake. A fissure opens beneath it, the earth splitting with a raw, primal power. The creature bellows, teetering on the brink of oblivion, and then plummets, its howl of rage echoing through the air.
You can't catch your breath. It's a temporary victory, but every instinct screams that something worse is coming. The ground above continues to rumble ominously, threatening to collapse entirely. You scramble to your feet, eyes darting for a way out.