The Darkness that always waited within 2

A loud growl echoes from the deep forest, loud and guttural like a beast. The light that shone upon him vanished, leaving only darkness and silhouettes behind. From the direction of the growl, the wind howls, coming like a typhoon.

The trees shake, and the sound of leaves and branches creaking in the gusts might be all he can hear. From the skies, dark sparks roar, like black thunders, invisible but there, a menacing existence none can predict or see, only feel its existence and dread where it may fall.

Trees continue to shake, the wind howling louder like a beast, drowning the beast's growl in its flow, carrying it from one point to everywhere, nowhere, everything at once, the bestial noise resounding from all spots around Kyrie as if to tell him he is surrounded, there is no escape.