The Worm’s cave was supposed to be a battlefield.
But instead of blood and fury, there was only silence—thick, warm, electric.
Evil Eye stood across from Momo, his aura coiled like a shadow held back by breath alone. She should’ve struck first. She always did. But something in his gaze stopped her. Not malice. Not fear. Something… curious.
Momo’s flashlight flickered, then died. Complete darkness swallowed them—except for the faint purple glow radiating from Evil Eye’s skin, like bruised moonlight.
Pépone
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