“This place is a maze,” Adrian muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced around, trying to find any landmark, any sign of the path he had taken. But it all looked the same—endless trees and darkness.
His thoughts drifted back to the moment he got separated from the team. The ambush had been sudden and brutal. One moment, they were chasing the traitor, and the next, chaos erupted. The traitor had led them straight into a trap, and in the ensuing melee, Adrian had been knocked down a steep incline, losing sight of everyone.
Adrian’s fear of isolation gnawed at him. The forest felt alive, as if it were conspiring against him. He could almost hear it mocking him, reminding him of past failures. “Get it together,” he told himself, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Panicking won’t help.”
He trudged forward, each step heavy with exhaustion. As he moved, memories surfaced—flashbacks to hi
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