And All Things Will End

Your eyes open wide. Not that it truly makes a difference. You struggle to stand; your very soul aches. That was a residual memory from many years ago. You should not have been able to feel it, and yet you did. Something must be amplifying it. You must be close to the source. Is that what Hunter felt? Is whatever caused you to feel this the source of all the deaths?

You push forward, into the unknown.

You have no choice in this matter. Your legs seem to move on their own accord, and you have little input as to the outcome.