The soldiers were frozen, fear and uncertainty etched on their faces.


    Their eyes darted between the monstrous beasts towering above them, their breath catching as every primal instinct screamed at them to flee.


    The beasts seemed ready to strike, each one more fearsome than thest.


    They braced themselves for the fight of their lives, their hands gripping weapons with white-knuckled intensity.


    Suddenly, breaking the tension like a lightning strike, Lyerin burst outughing. It was a deep, heartyugh, echoing off the cavern walls and mingling with the growls and roars of the beasts.


    Hisughter was so unexpected, so jarring, that it took a moment for the soldiers to register what was happening.


    The sound of his amusement was so incongruous with the dire situation that it left them dumbfounded.


    They could only stare, ck-jawed and speechless.


    "Did you really think...?" Lyerin gasped between bouts ofughter, clutching his sides. He wiped a tear from his eye. "Did you truly believe you''d have to fight these things? Oh, you should have seen your faces!"


    The soldiers exchanged bewildered nces.


    Their fear was slowly being reced by a mix of confusion and lingering dread.


    The beasts remained still, their forms as imposing as ever, but now they seemed to shimmer slightly, their outlines flickering as if they were not quite real.


    It dawned on a few of the more perceptive soldiers that something was amiss, that perhaps these creatures were mere illusions or projections. But for many, the fear was still too fresh, too deeply embedded to shake off.


    "What... what is this?" one soldier whispered, his voice trembling. "Is it some kind of joke?"


    Lyerin''sughter subsided, and he nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.


    "Yes. A test, a jest—call it what you will. But truly, did you think I would throw you to such beasts unprepared?" He grinned, but the soldiers did not return the expression. Their fear had cut too deeply.


    Before they could process this revtion, a deep rumbling sound reverberated beneath their feet.


    It was subtle at first, like the low growl of an awakening beast, but it quickly grew louder and more insistent.


    The soldiers instinctively looked down, their faces draining of color as they realized what was happening.


    They were standing on a floating ind—one that had begun to tremble, shift, and slowly crack apart.


    The first fissures appeared at their feet, thin lines of light splitting the stone.


    The ground quivered, and chunks of rock began to splinter away, dropping into the abyss below.


    The soldiers'' panic erupted anew, more intense than before. This was no illusion. This was real.


    "Hold on!" one of them screamed, dropping to his knees and clinging to a jagged piece of rock.


    The air was filled with shouts and cries of terror as they scrambled to find stable ground that simply wasn''t there.


    Every breath was ragged, every movement frantic.


    Their eyes darted around, searching for any sign of safety. But the ind they stood on continued to crumble, each tremor shaking loose more pieces of stone and sending them spiraling into the void.


    Lyerin, however, remained calm andposed.


    He walked with unhurried steps, his bnce unshaken even as the ground beneath him fractured and split. "Careful now," he said, his voice mockingly casual. "Wouldn''t want anyone to fall."


    The soldiers were in full panic mode.


    One of them tried to leap to a more stable section of the ind, but the ground crumbled beneath his feet just as he pushed off.


    He grabbed onto the edge, his fingers scraping against the jagged stone, his terrified screams piercing the air.


    Another soldier lunged to help him, but the rock between them cracked and splintered, forcing him to retreat.


    "Stay together!" another soldier yelled, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of cracking stone and the roar of wind rushing through the cavern. But staying together was easier said than done.


    The floating ind was breaking apart, and every moment it shrank further, the edges crumbling away into nothingness.


    "Look down!" someone shouted, and for a horrifying moment, all eyes turned to the abyss below. It stretched on endlessly, a dark, swirling void that promised only death.


    The realization that they were suspended above such a chasm made their legs weak, their hands slick with sweat as they clutched desperately at whatever purchase they could find.


    The cracks widened, spider-webbing across the surface.


    Chunks of rock fell away, plummeting into the depths with a sickening finality. "We''re going to fall!" a soldier cried, his voice raw with fear.


    "Calm yourselves," Lyerin called, his voice carrying a strange, unnatural calm. He nted one foot firmly on the trembling ground and, with deliberate slowness, raised his other leg.


    For a moment, he seemed to be bncing on the edge of nothingness.


    Then, with a sudden motion, he kicked downward, his foot striking the ground with enough force to send a shockwave through the ind.


    "Vooosh!"


    The sound echoed through the cavern, and the trembling intensified.


    The ground beneath them gave way, crumbling in slow, agonizing motion. It was like watching the world copse in slow motion—a surreal, nightmarish descent into chaos.


    Pieces of rock drifted away, some slowly, others dropping like lead weights.


    The soldiers clung to whatever they could, their breathsing in short, panicked gasps.


    Some tried to leap to still-solid sections of rock, their eyes wild with desperation.


    Others dropped to their stomachs, ttening themselves against the trembling ground in a futile attempt to feel more secure.


    The air was filled with dust and debris, making it difficult to see, to breathe.


    Each soldier was alone in his terror, fighting against gravity, against fate, against the sheer overwhelming horror of falling into nothingness.


    A soldier near the edge screamed as the rock beneath him shattered, sending him tumbling backward.


    He grasped at the crumbling stone, his nails scraping against it as he fell.


    Another soldier, tears streaking his face, tried to reach him, but the ground copsed between them. He watched helplessly as hisrade disappeared into the darkness below.


    "Don''t give up!" another soldier shouted, but his voice was lost amid the roar of copsing stone.


    The ind continued to fall apart, smaller and smaller pieces breaking away until it was no more than a scattering of crumbling tforms.


    The soldiers'' terror reached a fever pitch, their cries mingling with the grinding, deafening sound of destruction.


    "Steady," Lyerin said again, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You are not done yet."


    But even he knew the truth: their time was running out.


    The ground beneath their feet was vanishing, and soon there would be nothing left to stand on.


    The soldiers'' fear, their desperation, their fight against the inevitable—all of it yed out in those endless, agonizing moments as the floating ind crumbled away beneath them.


    The soldiers screamed as they fell, their voices raw and desperate.


    The wind howled around them, deafening and relentless, drowning out all other sounds except their own cries of terror.


    They plummeted through the void, their bodies spinning and twisting uncontrobly.


    Some of them iled their arms and legs, instinctively trying to grasp at the air as if it could somehow save them.


    Others closed their eyes tight, their faces contorted with fear, their mouths wide open as they unleashed panicked screams that seemed to echo forever.


    The sensation of falling was like being trapped in a nightmare that had no end.


    Time stretched and warped around them; every second felt like an eternity.


    The wind whipped at their faces, tearing at their clothes and making it nearly impossible to breathe.


    Tears streamed from their eyes, carried away by the rushing air.


    Their hearts pounded in their chests, a relentless drumbeat of fear.


    "NO! NO! THIS CAN''T BE HAPPENING!" one soldier shrieked, his voice breaking with hysteria.


    He reached out blindly, as if hoping to find something solid to hold onto, but there was nothing.


    Just empty air and the endless darkness below.


    "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" another screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.


    The terror in his eyes was mirrored by those around him, each face a mask of fear and disbelief.


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    There was no enemy to fight, no weapon to wield.


    Just the merciless pull of gravity and the certainty that they were falling to their deaths.


    "I''m not ready to die!" another voice cried out, hoarse and choked with emotion.


    His words were lost almost immediately, swallowed by the roar of the wind and the collective cacophony of screams.


    "WHAT DO WE DO?!" shouted a soldier, his voice tinged with madness.


    He looked around frantically, searching for answers, for hope, for anything. But all he saw were hisrades, falling alongside him, each of them as powerless as he was.


    "LYERIN! WHERE ARE YOU?!" someone else bellowed, their voice trembling with a mix of rage and despair.


    They spun in midair, trying to locate the one person who might have answers—the one who had led them into this chaos.


    And then they saw him.


    Amid the chaos, the screaming, the fear, Lyerin was falling too. But he was not like them. He was not panicked or afraid.


    He wasughing.


    Hahhahahaha!


    The sound of hisughter carried through the air, rich and deep and utterly incongruous with their predicament.


    He fell with an almost casual grace, his arms spread wide as if he were embracing the fall. His hair whipped around him, his eyes glinting with amusement.


    The sight of him—so calm, so unaffected—only fueled the soldiers'' panic.


    How could heugh at a time like this?


    How could he find joy in their terror?


    The questions burned in their minds, but there was no time to dwell on them.


    The ground, or whatever awaited them at the end of this endless fall, was getting closer with every passing second.


    "We''re going to die!" one soldier sobbed, his voice breaking.


    He clutched at his chest, his breathsing in ragged gasps.


    The reality of their situation was sinking in, and it was unbearable. All their training, all their battles, all their victories—it all meant nothing now.


    They were helpless, at the mercy of forces beyond their control.


    "Why is heughing?!" another soldier shouted, his voice rising in pitch.


    He couldn''t tear his eyes away from Lyerin, from the man who seemed to revel in their shared descent.


    The sight of himughing, so carefree and unbothered, made the fall feel even more surreal.


    It was as if thews of reality themselves had been twisted, leaving them in a world where nothing made sense.


    "Lyerin, do something!" a soldier yelled, his voice desperate and pleading.


    He stretched out a hand, as if he could somehow reach Lyerin, as if the man''s touch could stop the fall. But the distance between them was too great, and the wind tore his words away.


    The soldiers'' screams continued, each one adding to the symphony of panic that filled the air.


    Some cursed, their voices raw with anger and frustration.


    Others prayed, their words lost amid the chaos.


    A few simply screamed, their cries wordless expressions of pure terror.


    "I CAN''T TAKE THIS!" a soldier howled, his body convulsing with fear.


    He tried to steady himself, to gain some semnce of control, but there was nothing to hold onto.


    The sensation of freefall, of weightlessness, was overwhelming.


    It was as if the very ground had been ripped away from beneath them, leaving them suspended in an endless abyss.


    "Hold on! Just hold on!" another voice shouted, though there was nothing to hold onto, nothing to do but fall.


    The words were a desperate attempt to bring order to the chaos, to give themselves hope when there was none.


    And through it all, Lyerin''sughter continued.


    It was a deep, rolling sound, full of mirth and amusement.


    He seemed to relish the fall, to find joy in the terror that gripped them all.


    Hisughter was a stark contrast to their screams—a reminder that, for him, this was just another game.


    One soldier couldn''t take it anymore. "STOP LAUGHING!" he screamed, his voice breaking. The sound of Lyerin''sughter was like a dagger to his soul, a cruel reminder of their helplessness. "MAKE IT STOP!"


    But Lyerin did not stop. If anything, hisughter grew louder, echoing through the void.


    It was a sound that would haunt them for the rest of their lives—assuming they survived this fall.


    The soldiers'' screams continued, each one a testament to their fear and desperation.


    They fell and fell, their bodies spinning and twisting, their minds racing with thoughts of what awaited them below.


    The wind roared, the darkness closed in, and time seemed to stretch on forever.


    It was a descent into madness, a plunge into the unknown.


    And Lyerin... Lyerinughed.