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The eerie laughter of Lyerin, faint and distant at first, was now creeping closer, louder with every passing moment.

It didn\'t matter how fast they ran, how much they tried to weave through the trees to lose him; his presence loomed ever nearer, as if the very shadows carried his voice forward.

Scarred Soldier, leading the charge, glanced back over his shoulder with wide, fearful eyes.

"He\'s gaining on us," he growled, his tone laced with frustration and dread. "This isn\'t working!"

"You think I don\'t know that?" Younger Woman snapped, her voice high-pitched and trembling as she struggled to keep pace.

Sweat dripped down her temples, and her breathing was labored, her chest heaving with exertion. "Do you have a better idea?"

"I might if you\'d shut up for a second," Scarred Soldier shot back, his tone clipped and tense.

"Stop arguing!" Donovan barked from the rear, his own panic barely concealed by the sharpness in his voice. "We need to focus. He\'s getting closer!"

Tall Man with a Spear, running near the middle of the group, tightened his grip on his weapon, his knuckles white. "What the hell are we supposed to do?" he demanded, his voice rising in desperation. "We can\'t outrun him. He\'s toying with us!"

Theran, lagging slightly behind, stumbled over a root but managed to catch himself, his face pale and drenched with sweat. "We need to split up," he gasped, his voice shaky. "It\'s the only way. If we scatter, he can\'t catch all of us."

"Yeah, and what happens when he picks us off one by one?" Miriam retorted, her tone sharp despite the fear in her eyes. She was clutching her side, struggling to keep up. "Splitting up is suicide."

"Staying together isn\'t exactly working either!" Mikhail countered, his voice cracking.

He glanced nervously over his shoulder, as if expecting Lyerin to emerge from the shadows at any moment. "He\'s herding us, don\'t you see? He\'s playing with us!"

Scarred Soldier let out a frustrated growl, his eyes darting around the forest as he tried to think.

"We need a plan," he said, his voice firm despite the fear that undercut his words. "Something to slow him down. To buy us time."

"What about traps?" Younger Woman suggested, her voice trembling. "We could set up ambushes, pitfalls—anything to slow him down."

"With what?" Donovan snapped. "We don\'t have time to stop and build traps. He\'s right behind us!"

"Then we make a stand," Tall Man with a Spear said grimly, his tone resolute. "We turn and fight."

"Are you insane?" Miriam shot back, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Did you forget what happened the last time we tried to fight him? He wiped the floor with us!"

"That was different," Tall Man insisted, his voice firm. "He was ready for us then. This time, we catch him off guard."

Theran let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. "You think Lyerin can be caught off guard? He probably knows exactly what we\'re doing. Hell, he\'s probably counting on it."

"Then what do you suggest?" Scarred Soldier demanded, his voice rising. "We just keep running until we drop dead from exhaustion?"

"We could try negotiating," Mikhail suggested hesitantly, though his tone made it clear he didn\'t believe his own words. "Maybe... maybe if we explain ourselves, he\'ll let us go."

The group fell silent for a moment before Donovan let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, because that worked so well the first time," he said sarcastically. "He\'s not going to let us go. He\'s enjoying this."

As if to confirm his words, Lyerin\'s laughter echoed through the trees once more, louder and closer than ever. It sent chills down their spines, and the group picked up their pace, their hearts pounding in their chests.

"This is hopeless," Younger Woman muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the sound of their frantic footsteps. "We can\'t outrun him. We can\'t fight him. What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"We stick to the plan," Scarred Soldier said firmly, though his voice wavered slightly. "We get back to the tribe, switch back to our personas, and blend in. If we can just make it back—"

"If we make it back," Miriam interrupted, her tone grim. "And that\'s a big if."

"We will," Scarred Soldier insisted, though his words sounded more like an attempt to convince himself than the others. "We have to."

Theran shook his head, his expression grim. "He\'s not going to let us go," he said quietly. "You know that, don\'t you? He\'s going to keep coming, no matter what we do."

"Then we give him a reason to stop," Tall Man with a Spear said suddenly, his voice cutting through the rising panic. The others turned to look at him, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear.

"What are you talking about?" Younger Woman asked, her brow furrowing.

Tall Man slowed his pace slightly, his grip tightening on his weapon. "I\'ll stay behind," he said, his tone calm and resolute. "I\'ll face him. Buy you all time to get away."

"What?" Miriam exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "Are you insane? You can\'t face him alone!"

"I\'m the strongest among us," Tall Man said simply, his expression unreadable. "If anyone has a chance of holding him off, it\'s me."

"No," Scarred Soldier said firmly, shaking his head. "We stick together. We\'re not sacrificing anyone."

"It\'s not a sacrifice," Tall Man said, his tone calm but determined. "It\'s a chance. A slim one, but a chance nonetheless. If I can slow him down, even for a little while, it might be enough."

"You\'ll die," Younger Woman said bluntly, her voice shaking. "You know that, don\'t you?"

Tall Man gave a small, humorless smile. "Better me than all of us."

The group fell silent, the weight of his words settling over them like a heavy cloud. Lyerin\'s laughter echoed through the trees once more, closer than ever, and the sound of it sent a shiver down their spines.

Scarred Soldier opened his mouth to argue, but Tall Man held up a hand to stop him. "You know I\'m right," he said quietly. "We don\'t have a choice. Go. I\'ll hold him off as long as I can."

The others exchanged uneasy glances, their fear and guilt etched across their faces. But before they could respond, Tall Man slowed to a stop, turning to face the direction of Lyerin\'s laughter. He took a deep breath, gripping his spear tightly, and gave the group a small nod.

"Go," he said firmly. "Now."

Scarred Soldier hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Good luck," he said quietly, his voice heavy with regret.

Without another word, the group turned and continued running, leaving Tall Man behind. He watched them go, his expression unreadable, before turning his attention back to the forest. Lyerin\'s laughter echoed around him, and a small, determined smile crossed his face.

"Let\'s see what you\'ve got," he muttered under his breath, tightening his grip on his spear as he prepared to face the approaching threat.