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 Ash's footsteps were soft, barely making a sound as he moved through the dense forest. The thick underbrush parted before him, but even in the cool evening air, the shadows seemed to shift and twist, almost as if the trees themselves were watching him. The wind stirred the branches, whispering secrets he couldn't understand, and for the first time since arriving, Ash felt a faint, nagging sense of unease gnawing at his gut. 

He wasn't alone. 

The stillness of the forest grew heavier, the air almost suffocating. The birds had stopped chirping, and the rustling leaves now sounded more like the hiss of an oncoming threat. Ash couldn't shake the feeling that something was out there, watching him. 

A low growl rumbled through the trees, breaking the stillness. 

Ash's body tensed, his muscles coiling instinctively as he searched for the source of the sound. His eyes scanned the darkness between the trees, but all he could make out was a flash of movement—a dark blur, fast and predatory. 

His heart raced, but he had no time to think. 

The creature lunged. 

It came at him from the shadows—a massive beast, something between a wolf and a fox, its fur bristling and matted with dirt. Its eyes, glowing a sinister yellow, locked onto Ash with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine. Before he could react, the creature closed the distance, its sharp claws raking across his chest. 

Ash cried out, staggering back as the pain seared through him. His shirt was torn open, and the fresh wounds throbbed with an agonizing heat. He stumbled, barely keeping his balance as the creature lunged at him again, its jaws snapping inches from his throat. 

This wasn't a fight—this was survival. 

Desperation clawed at him. His heart pounded, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to fend off the beast. He swung his arms wildly, trying to create some distance, but the creature was too fast, too strong. Its claws tore into his side, raking deep gashes across his ribs. He screamed, pain shooting through his body as he hit the ground hard, his back slamming against the dirt. 

The creature was on him in an instant, its teeth sinking into his shoulder, tearing through muscle and flesh. Ash's vision blurred, his body wracked with agony as the beast shook him like a rag doll. He could feel the hot rush of blood pouring from his wounds, his strength fading with each second. 

This is it. The thought echoed in his mind, bleak and cold. I'm going to die here. 

But as the creature's jaws tightened around his shoulder, something deep within Ash stirred. A primal instinct, a voice that wasn't willing to accept defeat. 

No. 

The word cut through the haze of pain and fear, sharp and clear. 

I won't go back. The void—the endless, empty void. The thought of returning there, of being trapped in that cold nothingness for eternity, terrified him more than any pain, more than death itself. 

He wouldn't go back. 

The creature's teeth sank deeper into his flesh, and Ash screamed, but this time, it wasn't a scream of helplessness. It was a scream of defiance. 

He couldn't afford to be weak. 

He wouldn't be weak. 

With a guttural growl of his own, Ash reached deep within himself, grasping at the Ki that he knew was there. It was faint, barely a flicker in the storm of pain, but he could feel it—waiting, pulsing. His muscles burned, his bones ached, but he focused, his mind latching onto the Ki with everything he had. 

Focus. Breathe. 

The creature lunged again, but this time, Ash was ready. With a surge of will, he pushed the Ki outward, forcing it through his body. His hands began to glow with a faint, bluish light, the energy crackling and pulsing with life. The creature hesitated for a split second, sensing the change, but it wasn't fast enough to react. 

Ash thrust his hands forward, and a shockwave of energy exploded from his palms, slamming into the creature's chest with a force that sent it flying backward. It crashed into the ground with a yelp, rolling and skidding through the dirt, but it was far from defeated. 

Ash stood, his body trembling with exhaustion, his wounds still bleeding, but something had changed. The pain that had once crippled him was now distant, dulled. His body felt lighter, more responsive, the Ki flowing through him like a lifeline. 

The creature snarled, shaking off the attack as it rose to its feet. Its eyes burned with fury, and it charged at him again, faster than before. 

Ash's breath quickened. His body was screaming at him to stop, to give in, but his mind wouldn't allow it. The void still lingered in the back of his thoughts, a constant reminder of what awaited him if he failed. 

I won't go back. I won't be weak. The mantra repeated in his mind, louder, more forceful. 

The creature leaped at him, jaws wide, but Ash was quicker this time. He sidestepped the attack, his movements faster and more precise than before. The Ki surged through him, guiding his actions as if it were an extension of his own will. He swung his arm, and a blade of energy shot from his hand, slicing through the air. 

The beast yelped as the energy struck its side, sending it skidding across the ground. It scrambled to its feet, snarling, but there was a new hesitance in its movements now. The once-predatory gleam in its eyes had dimmed, replaced by something else—something like uncertainty. 

Ash stood his ground, panting, blood still dripping from his wounds. His body felt like it was on the verge of collapse, but the Ki within him kept him going. It was more than just power—it was survival. 

The beast circled him, growling, but it didn't attack. Its eyes flicked to Ash's glowing hands, then back to his face. There was a pause, a tense silence that stretched between them. 

And then, slowly, the creature lowered its head. 

Ash blinked, confused. The beast was still growling, still watching him with those fierce eyes, but it wasn't attacking. It was… submitting. 

He stared at it, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His entire body ached, his vision blurred from the loss of blood, but as he stood there, something incredible began to happen. 

His wounds—deep gashes and torn flesh—began to close. The blood stopped flowing, the skin knitting back together right before his eyes. The pain, once unbearable, ebbed away, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation as his body healed itself. 

Ash swallowed hard, his mind struggling to process what was happening. His body was healing. Fast. It was as if the injuries had never been there. The searing pain in his shoulder, the burning cuts along his ribs—gone. 

I'm immortal. 

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. The System had told him he couldn't die, but seeing it happen—feeling his body knit itself back together—was something else entirely. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. 

He could survive anything. 

The creature, still watching him warily, took a cautious step back. It no longer looked like the ferocious predator that had attacked him moments ago. Its posture was different now—submissive, almost respectful. 

Ash took a deep breath, his mind still racing from the encounter. He looked down at his hands, the faint glow of Ki still lingering around them. This power—it had saved him. It had given him the strength to survive, to fight back. 

He stepped toward the beast, his movements slow and deliberate. The creature flinched but didn't move, its eyes following his every step. Ash knelt in front of it, his hand still glowing with Ki. 

"I'm not your enemy," he whispered, more to himself than to the creature. 

The beast's ears twitched, and for a moment, there was a flicker of understanding in its eyes. It lowered its head further, bowing to him. 

Ash exhaled, his body relaxing slightly. He reached out, his hand hovering just above the creature's fur. He wasn't sure why, but something inside him told him to trust this—this moment of connection. 

The creature didn't move as his hand gently touched its head. The fur was rough, matted with dirt and blood, but the beast remained still, accepting his touch. 

"I don't want to fight," Ash murmured, his voice soft. "Not anymore." 

The creature's growling ceased entirely, replaced by a low, rumbling purr. It leaned into his touch, as if acknowledging his words, submitting to him. 

Ash felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, the tension of the battle fading away. The beast—this fierce, wild creature—had submitted to him. It had recognized his strength, his will to survive. 

And in that moment, Ash realized something. 

He wasn't weak anymore. 

He had the power to protect himself, to fight back. To survive. 

I'll never go back to the void. 

He looked down at the beast, its golden eyes staring up at him, and felt a strange kinship with it. They had both fought for survival, both struggled against their own weaknesses. 

But now, they were stronger. 

Ash stood, his wounds fully healed, and looked out into the forest. The world was still vast, still dangerous, but he no longer felt helpless. He 

had Ki. He had his immortality. And now, he had a companion. 

He wasn't alone anymore. 

And he would never, ever be weak again.