Terror.
Absolute and utter terror.
No. No. No. Please. Please, heaven! Forgive me. Forgive me but allow my insignificant life to be spared.
Stumbling down the long, dark, harrowing hallways, the man sprinted as fast as his feet would allow.
Eyes wide in fear and aged, withered face twisted in terror, the man panted, robes flapping in the wind accompanied by his dashing feet. Every few steps, sweat pouring down his forehead, the man looked behind himself.
He turned to look ahead, teeth clenched so tight, they creaked. His entire body was strung tight as he tripped on his feet and got up again to keep running.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
The treacherous heart in his ribs rammed against his chest akin to a thundering ceremonial drum. Loud and daunting.
A funeral procession.
Behind him, only darkness stretched its wide maw, sharp claws leaping forward as they licked at the hem of his robes.
