Everything was crumbling—slowly and painfully—minute by minute, like the world itself was unraveling in front of my eyes.
Chaos surrounded us.
Enemies swarmed the area like shadows crawling in from every direction, and there wasn't a single path I could see that led to safety.
My heartbeat thundered against my ribs, loud enough to drown out reason.
I couldn't see a way out. It felt hopeless.
"Eris!"
Someone screamed my name. Their voice sliced through the haze like a blade, but my mind was so twisted up—reeling and spiraling—I couldn't even turn toward the sound. Everything around me was noise, smoke, and death closing in.
We're fucked. We're so fucking fucked.
But then… something pulled me back.
Not a voice. Not a weapon. And it was hell not a miracle as well.
It was the child.
