Kev sat on the cracked concrete slab beside the ruined church, the weak fire throwing flickering light across the scarred faces of the survivors. Around him, shadows curled like restless serpents, whispering in silence—a constant presence that both comforted and unnerved him. It was becoming harder to tell where his own will ended and the darkness began.
The power he wielded was no mere tool. It pulsed with a life of its own, hungry and demanding. Every time he shaped the shadows into weapons or barriers, a small part of him felt like it was unraveling, pieces slipping beyond his control. Yet, without it, they stood little chance against the elemental Revenants that prowled the city like demons born from nightmares.
Lena's voice pulled him back from the edge of his thoughts. "Kev, you okay? You've been quiet."
