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I would see this through to the end. I looked down at my feet. The muscles were clearly observable, already beginning their work to regenerate the scorched tissue. Still, I forced myself to take a step toward the next obstacle: the Quicksand. This time, I had no strategy prepared. Madame Koraline had mentioned it relied on arm strength, so I latched onto that single clue. Yet, as I stepped onto the sand, which immediately began to engulf me, I realized how painfully weak my arms were. I couldn't lift myself, not even when I desperately tried to grab onto the stable edge of the pit.

Suddenly, without warning, she whipped out a small glass bottle from the folds of her sleeve and hurled it directly at our faces. “Die!” she screamed. Glittering dusty particles exploded outward in a shimmering cloud. I reacted on pure instinct, twisting my body sharply and dodging to the side. The particles missed me by inches. Quinton wasn’t as fast. The dust hit him square in the face and chest. He staggered back with a choked gasp, eyes widening in shock. I lunged forward and pinned Sadie to the ground before she could run, my knee pressing hard into her chest. She screamed in fury, thrashing beneath me like a wild animal.

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But with this defensive motion, he then lost his balance causing him to fall to the ground. The ground was quite soft and muddy. The agile bloodhunt then realized that it wasn’t just an ordinary deep puddle on the ground he fell in. ‘Quicksand!’, he muttered to himself. Maxill’s never before seen facial expression began to manifest; it was the look and feel of fear—and of course he had immediately panicked afterwards. He was flapping both his lower and upper limbs, trying to hoist himself up to reach for safe ground. But to no avail. Maxill was stuck on the hungry quicksand, slowly swallowing every inch of his body and devouring his sense of confidence and presence of mind.

There was nothing here—nothing but more sand and dessert plants. “I’m pretty sure you all know I’m here. So could you end the games and let’s get this over with?” I called out to silence. Their response was immediate. The sand beneath my feet quaked, and soon I realized I was being pulled into what might just be a quicksand. I tried pulling free but couldn’t find a grasp, I was drowning in the sand. It rose up my waist and soon I was neck deep. Out of all the ways to die, it’ll be really stupid to die in a quicksand.

she said, and the ringing laughter died down in my throat. Quicksand. I was going to drown.

"So much for hallucinations; the least it could have done would have been to let me die in one happy memory." I could feel my vision starting to blur as the quicksand wrapped around my face. Well, this is it, I thought. I could feel the quicksand's cold embrace wrapping around my face, suffocating me slowly. My eyelids dropped, my vision narrowing to a tiny slit. I noticed a shadowy figure looming over me. I couldn't see clearly since my eyelids were half closed, but I could still make out its features.

“Pretty much, I’m sad to say. They might survive a little white as its slave, but ultimately the wight is out for blood.” “Sadly, mom means out for blood in the literal sense, not the figurative.” Sapphire added that delightfully twisted fact. “We’ll have to clean up two things at once with this one. Remember, we don’t have much to go on. What we took on was a slave of a wight who was on its last legs. Be mindful of these things because they have a poison or some type of neurotoxin. I forget the scientific name, but the slaves end up full of something they call grave sand. It’s a sandy substance that’s created inside the animated corpse as it breaks down during rot.

i said taking quick steps towards the exist, It cant be that bad can it ?

Nothing comes out of my mouth. Fuck. I try to run towards him, but I am stuck. To my horror, I realize that I am standing in quicksand. No, no, no, move damnit! I will with all my might, struggling to move my feet. I need to get to Hunter I need to pull him back from the light. It takes a tremendous amount of willpower and effort and finally, I manage to move one foot. I can do this! But just as I lift my foot, a bony hand with decaying flesh suddenly shoots up from the quicksand and grabs my foot. Its grip was strong.