A Cry

There was inhaling, followed by exhaling, inhaling, and exhaling. The cave breathed as if it was alive, and Arthur could feel it shrinking and expanding.

Everything appeared to be a dream, but Larza's existence made it more like a nightmare. Her words struck fear in his heart, and a sense of urgency overtook him.

"Where is the child?"

"We were right," Larza gave a grin, her slim and twirling tongue sticking out. "You know about the hydra. The surprises are endless with you, and you always find a way to hinder my plans."

"What plans, exactly? Your sole purpose seems to revolve around me. I remember," he took a step forward, "warning you about ever appearing in front of me. You should have hidden in your mansion instead of digging your own grave."