Eve’s Choice

The cavern's shadows shifted, swirling around me like tendrils of smoke, their movement slow and deliberate, as if they were alive. I strained to hear where the others had gone, but all that lingered were the faint echoes of their footsteps, fading into the thick, suffocating silence. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat unnervingly loud in the stillness, as if the very walls were listening. Somewhere deep within this darkness, Eve was out there, facing whatever test the prophecy had thrown her way. And I could only hope she would prevail.

The air seemed to twist, warping the familiar contours of the cavern until they blurred into something else—something far too familiar. A battlefield. The battlefield. The one where Eve and I had fought side by side countless times before. But this time, something was different. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.