"Got him! Got him again!" The corpse that had previously grabbed Andy's ankle opened its mouth, bit onto the upper half of its torso, and twisted its way out of the cave.
"Grab him! Grab him!" The head on the upper torso cheered at the cave's edge.
As the corpse retreated, it pushed the head into the Abyss; the voice of "grab him" still echoed from the Abyss.
Yeet and Bai Zi strode forward again, smashing down with their steel swords like hammers.
The corpse's arms were broken off, and the two men each took an arm, dragging the old man backward.
"Tali!" The old man roared upwards.
Tali snapped back to reality and released the bowstring.
The nearly extinguished fire arrow flew in the air, landing on the corpse with a "whoosh!" Flames soared half a meter high.
The firelight illuminated their faces as the group, who narrowly escaped death, panted heavily. Yet the threat of the Abyss, like their shadows on the cave walls, never left them, always lurking.
