Marcus glanced back, his heart pounding in his chest.Evelyn whispered urgently, “Marcus, we need to keep moving.”“I know,” Marcus muttered, his eyes still scanning the darkness. “But something... someone is following us.”Jason’s voice cracked. “Who? You think it’s Kane?”“No,” Marcus replied, his voice low. “It’s something else.”Evelyn frowned. “Something else? What do you mean?”“I can feel it,” Marcus said, gripping his weapon tighter. “It feels like Thomas... but not. It’s twisted.”Jason’s eyes widened in fear. “Thomas is dead, Marcus. We saw him fall. Kane’s twisted him... or maybe something else has.”Evelyn shook her head. “No, it can’t be. Kane’s power is dark, yes, but this... what you’re describing is worse.”Suddenly, Chris stopped in his tracks, eyes wide. “Did anyone else hear that?”Marcus froze, listening. A faint rustle, like someone—or something—moving through the trees behind them.“There!” Chris hissed, pointing into the shadows.Evelyn gripped her knife, whispe
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