The night stretched its starless shroud across the sky, the cool breeze whispering through the graveyard of rusted metal. The junkyard stood in eerie silence, save for the distant wail of the wind rattling through broken car frames.
At a well-spaced section between a wrecked car and a rusted lorry, Felix clenched his fists tightly across his chest, his knuckles whitening with tension. His steps were not rushed, but sharp, deliberate, cutting through the darkness like a predator stalking its prey.
Opposite him, the Hollowborn lurched forward. Its movements were grotesque and disjointed, a sluggish gait interrupted by sudden jerks like a puppet controlled by unseen strings, as though its decayed body fought against itself with each step. Its crimson eyes pulsed with unnatural hunger, glowing like embers in the void.
"Rrrrr."
