The Magus Echoes of the forgotten

Six failed attempts

"W-what now, damn it?!"

A curse slipped past my bloody lips, the taste of desperation mingling with the metallic tang of blood as darkness swallowed the wisp's feeble glow.

Scrambling quickly, I pulled myself further into the rubble.

Whatever it was, it was giving me the creeps. All of my senses were on high alert, screaming at me that I was in imminent danger.

My hands trembled as they fumbled and scraped against the jagged edges of debris as I desperately sought a more defensible position.

...But even then I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, every single movement monitored. It was dreadful and suffocating.

Unease gripped me tightly, its icy fingers constricting my chest, as I struggled to steady my ragged breaths.

The tumultuous events had placed an immense strain on my body. Surprisingly, my mana core was holding up well, but even so, I had to rely on it to sustain my weary and battered form. As a result, I could feel my strength gradually diminishing, bit by