Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System

Sea of confusion

Atticus moved through the forest with a sense of purpose, though the oppressive atmosphere still clung to him like a second skin. The memory of the twisted town and the woman’s hollow eyes haunted him, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the melody that echoed faintly in his mind. It was his only anchor, his only link to the reality he was desperate to reclaim.

The forest was dense, the trees packed closely together, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out the sky. The air was thick with moisture, and the ground beneath his feet was soft and uneven, the roots of the trees snaking out like tendrils, trying to trip him up.

As he walked, Atticus felt a strange sense of familiarity with the forest, as if he had been here before. But the feeling was fleeting, slipping away like sand through his fingers whenever he tried to grasp it. Everything about this place seemed designed to keep him off balance, to erode his sense of self until he was lost completely.

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