Ethan didn't try to solve it right away. The thought stayed in his head, but he didn't chase it. He kept moving instead, letting his body fall into a steady rhythm while his attention split between what he could see and what hadn't happened yet. The corridor stretched on in that same quiet way, but it didn't feel as empty anymore. Not because something was there, but because something could be there at any second. That difference mattered more than anything else.
"…Don't call it early," he said under his breath.
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A pause.
Okay.
Ethan nodded slightly.
"…Just tell me when you're sure."
Another pause.
I am sure.
That came too fast.
He didn't look at the screen, but his eyes narrowed just a little.
"…Not like that."
Silence.
He let it go.
For now.
He took another step, then another, keeping his pace even. The floor dipped again, uneven enough to force him to adjust his balance without thinking. His grip stayed firm, but his posture shifted, lower than before, ready to move without committing too far in any direction.
Then—
That feeling.
Sharp.
Not in front of him.
Not behind.
Above.
Ethan stopped instantly, eyes flicking upward—
Nothing.
Just stone.
Still.
Unmoving.
His jaw tightened.
"…You felt that."
The screen flickered.
Yes.
"…There's nothing there."
A pause.
Not yet.
Ethan stilled.
"…Not yet."
The words sat wrong.
He exhaled slowly, forcing his shoulders to stay loose.
"…So what, I wait for it to drop on me?"
No answer.
That was answer enough.
Ethan shifted his stance slightly, stepping forward again, but this time his attention stayed split, part of it tracking the ceiling, part of it watching the path ahead. It felt unnatural, watching two places at once, but he didn't have a choice anymore.
One step.
Then another.
Nothing.
Then—
It happened.
The air above him snapped tight, a shape forcing itself free from the stone like it had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to fall into place.
Ethan moved before it fully formed.
He didn't think.
Didn't hesitate.
He stepped out of line and struck upward, the blade catching the creature mid-drop, forcing it into visibility before it could stabilize. It reacted instantly, but the angle was wrong, its movement incomplete.
Ethan pressed.
Didn't give it space to recover.
One strike. Then another.
Fast. Tight. Close enough that he could feel the shift in the air every time it tried to adjust.
The creature tried to match him—
It couldn't.
Not from that position.
Ethan stepped in and finished it.
The form broke apart above him, collapsing into nothing before it ever fully touched the ground.
Silence returned.
Ethan lowered the blade slowly, breathing steady.
"…That one needed me under it," he muttered.
The screen flickered.
Yes.
"…It wasn't reacting to me."
A pause.
No.
Ethan nodded once.
"…It was waiting for the right position."
No reply.
He exhaled quietly.
"…So everything now is timing."
Yes.
That word came clean.
Confident.
Ethan noticed that too.
He stood there for a second longer, eyes still on the ceiling.
"…You knew it was above me."
Yes.
"…But not when."
Silence.
Ethan lowered his gaze slowly.
"…You said 'not yet.'"
A pause.
Yes.
"…How'd you know that."
The screen flickered.
Longer this time.
I just did.
Ethan didn't respond right away.
He let that sit.
Turned it over once in his head.
Then once more.
"…That's not an answer."
No reply.
He almost smiled, but it didn't quite land.
"…Yeah."
He started forward again, slower now, more deliberate than before. Not because he was unsure, but because he was adjusting. The dungeon wasn't hiding things the same way anymore. It wasn't waiting for him to step into something blindly.
It was waiting for the right moment.
And somehow—
So was she.
That thought settled heavier than the rest.
Ethan's grip tightened slightly.
"…You're not reacting to what's there," he said quietly. "You're reacting to what's about to be there."
A flicker.
No answer.
"…That's why you're early."
Silence.
He nodded once.
"…Yeah."
That made sense.
More than it should have.
He stepped forward again, eyes moving between the path ahead and the space around him, not focusing on one point for too long. Everything felt like it had a delay now. A gap between when it existed and when it showed itself.
And she was inside that gap.
Seeing it before he could.
Or—
Something else was.
Ethan exhaled slowly.
"…Next time," he murmured, "don't tell me where it is."
The screen flickered.
What?
"…Tell me when."
A pause.
Long enough to feel like it mattered.
Okay.
Ethan nodded slightly.
"…Yeah."
That was better.
Not perfect.
But better.
He adjusted his grip on the blade and kept moving, his focus sharper now, not just on space or movement, but on timing. On that thin line between what hadn't happened yet and what was about to.
Because that was where everything was coming from now.
The creatures.
The pressure.
Her.
And if he couldn't figure out which one of those was ahead of the others—
Then sooner or later—
He was going to react too early.
Or too late.
And in a place like this—
Either one would get him killed.