The lamp kept swinging noiselessly on top of the pole, bathing the surrounding several meters in the light of the soul inside. The ever-whispering darkness kept following its prey — its well-deserved prey that was ready to become one with it yet was so dastardly torn out of its grasp at the very last moment.

Dust had no idea where the strength to fight had come from and why he’d suddenly tore off the spot in his rush to get to the light.