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As they walked in uneasy silence, Calista's words echoed in Zafron's mind. The mists hung heavily, thickening around them like a warning.

Then, a thunderous roar shattered the silence, rumbling through the ground and the fog. Both of them froze, instincts honed by years of danger kicking in.

Zafron positioned himself for any attack, his eyes darting through the haze. But Calista's face had gone white.

"No way…" she breathed, taking a step back. "It can't be."

Zafron looked at her sharply. "Calista, what is it?"

"Is that....?" Before she could complete her statement, the roar came through once again.

"It's the... it's the Voidreaver," she whispered, almost in disbelief, her gaze fixed forward, as if trying to confirm what her ears were telling her.

Zafron's brow creased, a mixture of confusion and tension on his face. "Voidreaver? What the hell is a Voidreaver?"

Her jaw tightened, her eyes sharp as they locked onto his. "We're in serious trouble. A Voidreaver is… a creature formed from two lost souls merge. It shouldn't even exist. Whatever is happening is worst than we expected," she explained, her voice tight with urgency. "And if there's one here, it means there could be more ahead."

Zafron clenched his fists. "What exactly does that mean for us?"

Calista's expression darkened, and her voice dropped to a near whisper. "It means that path ahead is deadly. Voidreavers don't just inflict harm—they consume souls. One touch, and you're gone. They can absorb you… like you never existed. We have to find another way."

He shook his head, his jaw set in grim determination. "There's no time to waste. We're going that way."

Her eyes flashed with frustration, and she clenched her fists. "Zafron, are you crazy? If that thing even brushes you, it's over. Let's go around; we can find another path."

"There's no other way. If we try to double back, we lose time. And right now, time is a luxury we don't have."

"If only we can make it to the opening ahead, we'll reach the other side. But it won't fit," she said, pointing at a small opening just a few steps behind the wandering creature. A faint golden glow shimmered from within.

"But that thing is fast. Dangerous. Whatever you're thinking, stop," she continued, eyes intense and pleading.

Zafron's mind raced as he weighed their options, the echoes of the Voidreaver's roars still pounding in his ears. His eyes flicked over to Calista, who was a bit scared and worried, but his thoughts drifted far beyond their immediate struggle.

'Aphrodite,' he thought. 'If we turn back now, what happens to her?'

He could see her face in his mind, a faint, haunting memory of her strength, her resilience. She'd been like a force of nature when he first met her—fierce, wise, and unyielding.

'We can't go back,' he thought, clenching his fists. 'Not when we're this close. Not when she needs us.'

But the path ahead was perilous. His gaze shifted back toward the Voidreaver lingering beyond the narrow passage.

Turning back might seem safer, but they had no guarantees on any other road. What if another path held even more of these horrors—creatures that could trap them or, worse, take both their souls? He couldn't risk it, couldn't waste time doubling back just to find out.

'At least here,' he reasoned, 'we know what we're up against. Just one Voidreaver. We can outsmart it, or find a way around it. But on another path? There could be more of them, or something even deadlier.'

'We're taking this road,' he decided. Whatever waited for them here, he'd face it.

He'd have to.

Because every step forward was a step closer to getting Aphrodite back on her feet, back to her true self. And that was all that mattered.

A sharp glint flashed in Zafron's eyes as he peered down the path. "Calista, can that thing jump?"

She paused, considering his question carefully, her brow furrowing. "Not usually. When two souls merge like that, there's often an imbalance—one trying to break free of the other. It can slow it down. This one's no different… look."

They both watched as the creature shifted in the distance, roaring as it lumbered forward, thrashing its amorphous body.

One soul seemed desperate to pull free, its ethereal shape clawing and twisting, held in place by the other. The creature struggled, a tangle of limbs and snarling faces caught in a furious, unbreakable bind.

Its form was grotesque—a writhing, molten fusion of two souls, one larger and more aggressive, the other twitching as if in agony.

Two faces, distorted in fury and despair, twisted around each other, one mouth open in a soundless scream, the other locked in an expression of pure hatred.

Its torso was a thick, contorted mass of limbs that seemed to emerge and dissolve back into its body in waves, as if the creature couldn't quite hold itself together. A single burning eye in the center of its face swept across the horizon, hungry and seeking.

Zafron took in the creature's horrific appearance, feeling the chill of fear run down his spine. He glanced up at the cliff above them, then back at Calista. His face set in determination. "I have an idea," he said, turning toward her with a glint of resolve.

"Wait, what are you—?"

"Stay here. When I distract it, you'll have a chance to cross. Run the second it's out of the way. Don't argue—just go."

Before she could protest, Zafron stepped out from behind their cover and shouted, "Hey! Over here!" His voice echoed through the void, drawing the creature's attention.

Its head snapped around, the burning eye narrowing as it fixed on him, its roar reverberating through the air.

In that moment, Zafron felt his heart slam against his chest, but he didn't waver. He turned and sprinted, heading straight for the cliff. Behind him, the creature let out a deafening bellow and surged forward, each thunderous step shaking the ground.

Calista watched in horror as Zafron tore down the path with the Voidreaver close behind. She felt her breath catch, her mind racing with worry. 'What are you doing, Zafron?'

As he ran, Zafron's thoughts blurred, instincts taking over. He'd fought one or two creatures in his time on the mortal plane, but nothing quite like this.

He could feel the ground shuddering beneath him, the weight of the creature closing in. Glancing ahead, he spotted a small cave-like opening in the cliffside up ahead.

But then he felt his steps slow. The ground, which had seemed solid, was deceptive, giving way beneath his weight like sand. His legs felt heavy, and he stumbled, the creature's roaring getting closer.

"Come on, come on," he muttered through gritted teeth, forcing himself forward, but the ground continued to sap his momentum.

He felt the creature's presence closing in behind him, the air thick with its rage.

Thinking quickly, Zafron skidded to a stop, feigning a stance as though he was preparing to confront the creature head-on. He crouched, holding his ground just long enough to get its attention.

The Voidreaver hesitated, surprised by the sudden change. Then, as it lunged forward with a roar, Zafron sprang upward, leaping onto a small ledge jutting from the cliffside.

Using the ledge as a springboard, he launched himself down onto a nearby rocky outcrop, twisting his body midair to dodge its reach.

The Voidreaver, caught off-guard, barreled forward uncontrollably, its momentum carrying it straight into the cliff wall. It collided with a sickening crunch, sending cracks splintering across the rock face. The impact disoriented it, and it staggered back, shaking its head in confusion.

Zafron didn't waste a second. He sprinted toward the narrow orifice where he knew Calista was waiting. As he neared, he saw her standing just inside, her face twisted in a mixture of relief and anxiety.

"Zafron! Hurry!" she shouted, her eyes darting past him. The creature was already shaking off the impact, turning its gaze back toward him, a furious light blazing in its eye.

"Move!" he shouted back, motioning for her to go inside.

Calista took a step back into the tunnel, but her eyes never left him. She watched in tense silence, her fists clenched as Zafron ran for the opening, the Voidreaver closing in with every second.

With the creature nearly upon him, Zafron summoned all his remaining strength. Just as it lunged for him, he leaped forward, reaching out for Calista.

In one swift motion, he pushed her through the narrow gap, following close behind as they both tumbled into the darkness.

They hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the breath from their lungs. For a moment, everything was silent except for the echo of their rapid breathing. Zafron pushed himself up, disoriented but alert.

And then, he saw it.

In the golden light of the tunnel, something loomed before them, something that made his blood run cold.

"What the…?" he murmured, his eyes widening in shock.

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