Forces...

The whooshing wind gradually became fiercer, and it started to brew a whirlwind. The force was strong and the height slowly and steadily increasing.

Damien was walking through a silent forest. It was getting darker, and the atmosphere was creeping up the moon.

A tiny dark cloud stepped over the moon for a while, leaving its light spoken for. By the wiles of the night.

The forest was clothed in thick darkness for that sheer second. And in the blink of an eye. A force from nowhere picked him up and knocked him down.

It was hard to tell what force it was precisely. It could be the whirlwind or something which was much more powerful. But the point at that moment was the fact that he was eating dust. Lying on his face, face buried in the sticky, muddy, and damp earth.

He tried to groan, but he couldn't hear his own voice. It was as though his voice had been muffled by some supernatural force.

He was very worried about why he couldn't speak up. He tried to lift himself from the mud and
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