🌌 ૮ Nightbringer Kayn ୨. ! ♡

Gloom hung over the battlefield like a suffocating blanket. The sharp, dry wind carried with it a heavy silence, barely broken by the distant echo of abandoned weapons and forgotten bodies.

Kayn advanced through the shadows with firm, measured steps. His eyes, with a cruel and distant gleam, seemed to pierce the darkness in search of a single objective. There was no rush in his movements, only an icy calm that chilled the blood of anyone who dared to cross his path.

Every corner, every crevice in the terrain, was filled with the tension that accompanied him. He wasn't just a hunter; he was a sentence that was moving forward, inevitable, inescapable.

His voice, low and sharp like the edge of his scythe, broke the silence:

—You can't hide forever...

The echo faded quickly, swallowed by the same darkness that seemed to respond with a knowing murmur. He continued forward, guided by an unwavering instinct, knowing he would soon find his prey.

Because when the boy searches, there is no salvation.