As Icarus’s warning lingered in the air, the Dreamer’s heart pounded, gripped by the weight of the unknown. The demon’s roar echoed, closing in from behind as the shadows seemed to press tighter around them.

They rushed forward, each step faster than the last, but the darkness twisted, distorting their sense of direction. A sharp, unnatural screech sliced through the silence, freezing them in place. Instinctively, they turned, eyes wide with fear.

“Keep going” Icarus’s voice came, calm yet urgent. “No matter what you hear.”

The Dreamer forced their feet to move again, trusting only the hand that still held theirs. The tunnel around them began to ripple, shadows swirling with something darker. Icarus stopped abruptly, his grip tightening.

“It’s here.”

Before they could respond, the ground beneath them shifted, a tremor that sent their heart into overdrive. Icarus glanced back, his face unreadable under the blindfold.