In this way, every time Levi's group saw Greg's men fall one by one, a fragile spark of hope would flicker in their hearts, only for Greg and his remaining forces to close in on them again. It was a cruel cycle of relief and despair, repeated over and over, until their nerves were frayed to the edge.
That was how Greg managed to corner them countless times, only to let them slip away just enough to prolong the chase.
But, of course, both sides were playing their own mental games. For Greg, it was all for his twisted amusement, a cruel test of how long they could last before breaking. For Levi's side, it was the opposite.
Every narrow escape, every fleeting victory, was not just survival; it was fuel for hope. They fought to keep that fragile light alive, even as Greg tried to snuff it out again and again.
