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The darkness that enveloped the cave was absolute, swallowing every trace of light and sound. The hunters stood frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests as they stared into the pitch-black void. The air was thick with tension, every second stretching into an eternity.

Carson clenched his fists, his knuckles white as he strained to see something—anything—through the suffocating darkness.

"William...?" Mark’s voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible in the oppressive silence. But there was no response, no sign that William had survived the devastating clash. The hunters exchanged nervous glances, the fear gnawing at them, threatening to consume what little hope they had left.

For what felt like an eternity, the hunters stood in terrified silence, their minds racing with thoughts of what might have happened. The oppressive weight of the darkness pressed down on them, suffocating in its intensity.

Then, slowly, the darkness began to recede. It started as a faint glimmer, a barely
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