C164 The Beacon Lit up

Rustling~

The once howling wind transformed into the sound of an object scraping against leaves and wild grass within a single breath. The noise grew increasingly near. Turning toward the sound, he saw a figure sliding uncontrollably across the ground in a state of utter disarray. Clutched in one hand was a torch, which he guarded with the other, as if fearing it might be snuffed out