Marathon
With every pounding step, Cyrus bore deeper into the heart of the vast, primeval forest that stretched out before him like an endless sea of grey mist and green moss. A thousand miles of towering, ancient trees stood sentinel, their canopies a vibrant tapestry against the twilight sky. However, for Cyrus, it was not a leisurely journey through the woods. Instead, he was in a desperate and unforgiving race against an army of horrors that refused to relent.
As he ran, his body aching with exhaustion, Cyrus managed to quiet his mind, focusing inward, reaching for that reservoir of inner strength. A sense of calm descended upon him, his breathing becoming rhythmic, meditative, even in the midst of his relentless flight. In the serene silence of his mind, he observed his dwindling willpower begin to replenish, like a spring slowly bubbling back to life after a long winter.