Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 170: Dark place

Reeva’s breath hitched as he clung to the slick, jagged rocks of the chasm. He had made the mistake of glancing into the abyss below only once, and the darkness had stared back, sending a wave of cold terror through him. His solution was simple: he wouldn’t look down again. Not ever.

But the climb was far from simple.

Crack.

A loose rock gave way beneath his foot, and for a moment, he lost his balance. His heart raced as he scrambled to regain his footing, the rope tied around his waist offering only the smallest comfort. He had experience climbing, and though this was no ordinary climb, he quickly righted himself and continued downward.

The deeper Reeva descended, the darker it became. At first, his night vision compensated for the lack of light, but as the blackness thickened, his sight failed him. Soon, the abyss swallowed everything, even the reassuring glint of the rope from above. He couldn’t see his hands anymore, and the world became a void of absolute black.

Still, he pressed on, closing his eyes to focus purely on touch. Step by careful step, his hands feeling the cold rock walls, the sound of his heartbeat growing louder in the eerie silence.

Time slipped away. He didn’t know how long he’d been climbing—minutes, hours, maybe more. His senses grew numb, the oppressive silence and darkness distorting his perception.

Vum.

The air changed. It felt thicker, no longer just the empty cold but something with texture. The darkness around him became tangible, brushing against his skin like a living fog, colder than ice yet not suffocating like water. Every brush sent a shiver down his spine.

Reeva gripped the rope tightly, his fingers hovering near the knot as he considered signaling for help. The sun god was still above, watching—wasn’t he? A part of him wanted to pull the rope, to end this descent before it turned into something far worse. But another part of him—the part that feared failure—held on, refusing to tug the line. He couldn’t ruin his chance, not yet.

He kept going, but the deeper he got, the stranger everything felt. It wasn’t just the cold anymore. There was a presence in the darkness, something watching him, waiting. The fog-like darkness thickened, swirling around him, suffocating in its cold, empty embrace.

"You can open your eyes now."

The voice was calm, familiar even. It was the Sun God’s voice—or at least, it was supposed to be. But something about it was wrong. The tone was too casual, too relaxed, as if mocking him, or worse… tempting him.

Reeva froze. Every muscle in his body locked up, and his blood ran cold. He hadn’t opened his eyes since the dark swallowed him. And that voice, it couldn’t be real. He was too deep now for sound to carry. He didn’t know how far he had descended, but the voice couldn’t be the Sun God’s.

Something else had spoken.

His mind raced. I’m hallucinating. I have to be. This place—it’s messing with my head.

But despite knowing that, the words had shaken him deeply. The rope in his hands trembled as his grip tightened. He had to make a decision—keep going or stop now before he ventured further into madness.

After a long pause, Reeva decided. He wasn’t going any deeper. The cold, creeping sensation of the darkness brushing against his skin was unbearable now like something alive was trying to invade his very soul. Whatever lay deeper, he didn’t want to find out.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to place the bundle of reeds into a small crack in the rock face. His hands shook as he worked, the thick fog of darkness pressing closer with each second. His mind screamed to get out, but he forced himself to stay calm, to finish the job.

Finally, the roots were set. He took a deep breath and gave a firm tug on the rope.

However, he noticed something strange—the moment he tugged the rope, there was no resistance. His life flashed before his eyes as he realized that the rope, which should have held steady, was falling away.

Shit.

Something had cut the rope, and he was sure the sun god wouldn’t pull a prank like this.

Panic set in as he scrambled to escape. This wasn’t a chilling descent into the dark anymore—it was a death sentence if he stayed. Reeva’s hands and feet worked overtime, frantically searching for footing as he began to climb.

The darkness pressed against him, almost as if it were alive, doing something to him. His breath became ragged from the strain of climbing. His hands stretched further than they ever had, and his legs burned from the effort.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Time felt frozen, as though it had stopped entirely. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but it felt wrong. He had been climbing for so long, but it seemed like he was getting nowhere. Despair set in, heavier than any fear he had ever known.

The darkness was already trapping him here…

But he refused to give up. He climbed, again and again, desperate to escape this place.

No matter how far he climbed, though, the darkness didn’t go away. It brushed against his skin like a tangible thing, as if mocking his every attempt.

Time passed. A long time.

Reeva was still climbing. His hands were numb with pain, blood smeared the rocks where he’d passed. His fingers were little more than shredded meat clinging to life.

"Open your eyes."

The voice whispered in his ear again. Reeva was beyond exhausted—he had been climbing forever, and there was still no end in sight. He was certain he should have reached the top by now.

Am I destined to die here?

"Open your eyes."

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The voice of the sun god kept whispering, like it was luring him into opening them. But something was wrong. The tone didn’t feel like a command or temptation—it felt like a suggestion. Something deeper.

"..."

At this point, Reeva’s body was failing him. He smiled, taking one last gamble.

And he opened his eyes.