What…?
The thought barely forms before a crushing weight settles over you. A presence, heavy and suffocating, presses against your mind. You can see Bradley and Trida right in front of you, their bodies tense, their eyes locked on you… yet you can't feel them anymore. It's as if their existence has been hollowed out, like they're only outlines of themselves.
A chill crawls up your spine.
What's happening?!
Your vision darkens at the edges, colours draining into a deep, pulsing red. A sharp sting blooms behind your eyes, spreading through your skull like needles of ice.
"Aah…!"
A weak sound escapes you, barely more than a whimper.
You tilt your head upward, desperate for air, for clarity—only to freeze.
Two enormous eyeballs stare down at you from the ceiling.
Wet. Veined. Unblinking.
A slow drip echoes through the room. Thick, dark liquid trails from the corners of the eyes, sliding down in long, trembling strands.
They're bleeding.
Your heart lurches. Fear wraps around your ribs like a vice. The wolves blur. The room tilts. The air feels too thin, too sharp.
But somewhere beneath the panic, a spark of memory flickers.
Your abilities.
This isn't the real world.
This is a story.
A place where your thoughts can reshape reality.
You raise your hand toward the monstrous eyes. Cold gathers in your palm, swirling, sharpening. An icy, translucent geyser erupts from your hand, blasting upward with a roar.
The moment the frost strikes the bleeding eyes—
Everything snaps.
You're thrown backward, hitting the ground hard. The impact rattles your bones, but the room steadies. The red haze fades. The ceiling is empty.
The eyes are gone.
You gasp, chest heaving. A wave of frustration hits you, sharp and sudden. You almost slap your own forehead.
Of course.
You forgot—Bradley has black magic.
You're not the only one with strange power here.
Not the only one who can twist the story.
Not the only one who can reach into your mind.
And whatever that vision was…
It wasn't an accident.
It was a warning.
Or a threat.
Or a glimpse of something far worse lurking behind the scenes of this world.
You're not just fighting wolves anymore.
You're fighting the story itself.