Ethan kept walking, but he stopped counting steps. That had stopped helping a while ago. Distance didn't behave the way it should in this place, and trying to measure it only made the silence feel thicker. Instead, he focused on something simpler—his pace. Same stride. Same rhythm. No hesitation unless he chose it.
The darkness ahead didn't change.
But it wasn't empty.
It never really was.
He could feel it again, faint at first. Not close enough to react to, not far enough to ignore. Just sitting there, somewhere ahead, like it was keeping pace without actually moving.
Ethan didn't look for it.
Didn't chase it.
"…Still there," he muttered.
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The screen flickered, slower than before.
Yes.
The word lingered a little longer before fading.
Ethan noticed that too.
"…You're having trouble," he said quietly.
A pause.
A little.
That answer felt more honest than the others.
Not clean.
Not perfect.
He nodded once.
"…Yeah."
That made two of them.
He kept moving.
The feeling ahead didn't shift. It didn't react to his steps, didn't close the distance or pull away. It just stayed where it was, like it had already decided how far it needed to be.
That bothered him more than anything else.
"…You're not adjusting," he said under his breath.
No answer.
"…You already know where I'll stop."
Silence.
That silence pressed in a little tighter than before.
Ethan exhaled slowly and kept his pace steady.
"…Then I don't stop."
The words came out flat.
Simple.
But the decision behind them wasn't.
He didn't slow.
Didn't hesitate.
He walked straight into it.
The shift came the moment he crossed whatever line it had set.
Not a sound.
Not movement.
A distortion.
Like the space itself slipped slightly out of place.
Ethan's vision didn't blur, but something about the edges felt wrong, like they didn't quite line up anymore. The darkness ahead deepened, not in color, but in presence.
And then—
It was there.
Not forming.
Not appearing.
Just suddenly… there.
Close.
Too close.
Ethan didn't step back.
Didn't flinch.
He struck.
The blade cut through where the shape should've been, catching something just solid enough to resist before giving way. The thing reacted instantly, shifting, trying to move around him instead of away.
Wrong move.
Ethan adjusted without thinking, stepping into it instead of chasing, cutting across its movement rather than following it. The second strike landed cleaner, forcing it to hold shape for a fraction too long.
That was enough.
He finished it before it could disappear again.
The form broke apart without sound, dissolving back into the same empty dark it came from.
Silence returned.
Ethan stood there for a second, breathing steady, eyes still fixed forward.
"…You didn't wait that time."
The screen flickered.
No.
"…Why."
A pause.
Longer than usual.
It changed.
Ethan's grip tightened slightly.
"…How."
Silence.
He let out a quiet breath.
"…Right."
Same answer.
Different question.
He rolled his shoulder once, easing the tension that had built up there.
"…It didn't need me to react," he said. "It just needed me close enough."
The screen flickered faintly.
Yes.
"…So it skipped a step."
No reply.
He nodded slightly.
"…Yeah."
That made sense.
Or at least—
It fit what just happened.
He started forward again, slower this time, not because he was unsure, but because he was thinking.
The pattern had shifted again.
Before, everything waited on him. His movement. His reaction. His timing.
Now—
Something had decided it didn't need that anymore.
That thought sat heavier than the rest.
Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly as he moved.
"…You felt it before it appeared," he said.
A pause.
Yes.
"…But not by much."
Silence.
Then—
No.
That answer came softer.
Ethan stopped walking.
Just for a second.
"…You're getting closer to it," he said quietly.
No reply.
He looked ahead, into the same empty stretch.
"…Or it's getting closer to you."
The screen flickered.
Nothing came through.
That silence—
It felt different.
Not blocked.
Not delayed.
Avoided.
Ethan's jaw tightened just slightly.
"…Yeah."
He started walking again, slower now, more deliberate.
The darkness hadn't changed.
But the space between things had.
The gap between when something existed and when it acted… it was shrinking.
And she was still inside it.
Just not as far ahead as before.
Ethan exhaled quietly.
"…Don't go quiet on me," he muttered.
The screen flickered faintly.
I'm here.
The words stayed a second longer than usual.
Ethan didn't look at it.
"…Then stay there."
A pause.
I will.
Something about that answer didn't sit right.
Not the words.
The way it came.
Too steady.
Too certain.
Ethan didn't push it.
Didn't question it out loud.
But the thought stayed.
Clear.
Unsettled.
He kept moving, his pace steady, his focus sharper than before.
Because now it wasn't just about reading the dungeon.
Or reacting to whatever it threw at him.
It was about something else entirely.
Something quieter.
Something harder to pin down.
The space between what was happening—
And what he was being told was happening.
And that space—
Wasn't as safe as it used to be.