Mysterious Realms
Moving with a tight hold on the girl's hand, he had to walk carefully as his sense of balance was challenged by the fact he could see where he was going or watch his own step.
Suddenly, something began rumbling; the ground vibrated beneath his boots as he glanced around, though it was a futile act.
Something is coming…? He thought.
"Emilio!...I hear something," Melisande told him.
"I know, but what is it?..." He replied.
Though there was no real way to discern anything by appearance, and no time to wait around as the rumbling became clear as footsteps with a distorted howl sounding out from behind the two.
"--Crap! Let's go!" He said.
"Where?!" Melisande asked.
"It doesn't matter! Just move!" He yelled.
Melisande squeezed his hand as an anchor while running blindly through the void while the howls filled the chasm of darkness with its volume of horror.
As he glanced back in a vain attempt to see their pursuer, he found nothing again before–
THWAM.