[ He'd rushed straight to the hospital upon hearing that Victor suddenly slipped into a coma. No one had any answers for him, only that his dear friend had left behind an unusual tome with a note attached entrusting it to Will. If this was his friend's final request before falling unconscious, Will was determined to see it through.
That task proved to be more challenging than anticipated. It started with bizarre shadows rippling along the floor, seemingly following his tracks. And when he'd broken into a dead sprint with the book tucked under his arm, they surged forward in an effort to catch up with him. Whatever these strange shapes were, they gave Will an awful feeling, a terrible pit forming in his stomach as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
But those shadows moved much quicker than him, sailing forward and through him. Will braced himself for whatever consequences they might bring, yet those strange shapes merely slithered away. Perhaps this was victory. Perhaps they'd leave him alone. And it was only after taking another two steps that he realized their true intent, leaving his head spinning and his vision blurring around the edges.
He could only hope the sickly sensation would fade away after a bit of rest. With what remained of his fast-fading strength, Will managed to slip away into a quieter alley. Here, he could rest for a little while before making the journey back home. He curls up on his side, tome tucked against his chest as he squeezes his eyes shut.
For now, it seems the curses in the vicinity are willing to wait for their work to run its course, sapping their target of his strength before closing in for their reward. There's an odd breeze that stirs in the area too though, one that seems to signal something more powerful may yet lurk nearby. ]
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That task proved to be more challenging than anticipated. It started with bizarre shadows rippling along the floor, seemingly following his tracks. And when he'd broken into a dead sprint with the book tucked under his arm, they surged forward in an effort to catch up with him. Whatever these strange shapes were, they gave Will an awful feeling, a terrible pit forming in his stomach as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
But those shadows moved much quicker than him, sailing forward and through him. Will braced himself for whatever consequences they might bring, yet those strange shapes merely slithered away. Perhaps this was victory. Perhaps they'd leave him alone. And it was only after taking another two steps that he realized their true intent, leaving his head spinning and his vision blurring around the edges.
He could only hope the sickly sensation would fade away after a bit of rest. With what remained of his fast-fading strength, Will managed to slip away into a quieter alley. Here, he could rest for a little while before making the journey back home. He curls up on his side, tome tucked against his chest as he squeezes his eyes shut.
For now, it seems the curses in the vicinity are willing to wait for their work to run its course, sapping their target of his strength before closing in for their reward. There's an odd breeze that stirs in the area too though, one that seems to signal something more powerful may yet lurk nearby. ]