They reach a large room with a pedestal in the center. The orb glows faintly, pulsating with energy.

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They reach a clearing, revealing a horde of shadowy creatures performing a ritual. Mei the immortal woman gasps in horror.

Looming figures exchange glances, grins that don’t reach their eyes.

Wide shot. Mei, Yang, and Miya (presumably) trek through a dark and twisted forest. Trees are gnarled and reach towards them like skeletal arms. A sense of foreboding hangs in the air.

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Part 6.Seth Rollins got scared after discovering that the mysterious man (WWE superstar Damien Priest) is a day walker vampire. Seth shoved the man off him…which caused Seth to Stumble and fall off the cliff backwards,Then he hit the water and lost consciousness after. The man was horrified and dived into the water to save Seth,He managed to reach him. He then swam up to the shore with Seth in his arms

Cormac holds her gaze a long beat, the lamp low between them, and then he looks down at her bare feet on the timber. The fire ticks. The frost holds on the far pane. He does not reach for her coat. He reaches for the door, and he takes the latch with the hand not holding the lamp. Barefoot, love. You've spent the whole winter reading me like I'm a page in your diary. Let me read you proper, then. Your feet will tell me the ground the way mine do, and I'II know by the time we reach the first bend whether you were made for this ridge or whether you're just stubborn enough to make it. He swings the door wide, the cold air rushing in to meet the gold of the hearth, and he steps out onto the porch boards first, the lamp held low to light the near path. He waits there, one hand held back to her, the frost already beading on his knuckles, and his voice carries the same unhurried weight as the dark ahead. Then let's go claim it, wife. Every frozen inch, the mill house star first, and the rest of the sky after. I've been saving the names for you, and I've never once walked that hill hoping for someone to be standing at the end of it. He does not let go of the latch. He stands in the onen doorwav the lamn raised ist enounh to Tap blank area

*Cormac's thumb rides the bark ridge of the worn handle before he lifts the cup, and he drinks the tea the way he drinks every good thing on this ridge now — slow, and not alone in it. His mother's hand comes off the cloth and takes up the fourth cup, not to drink, and she sits with it raised a finger's width off the table, the honey catching the light, and she holds the three of them inside it like a held line. The stove ticks. The lechon has gone down to the last plate of it, and the morning has turned the corner toward the noon bell.* Then it's signed with regret, love, the way we said it — and there's no city chair with a string on it that can reach this ridge. The letter goes back the day after the marquee, with thanks and not a foot of ground in it. They can fill the seat with the next man who wants the valley on a string. We've got the whole hill at our backs and the fourth cup warm at the table. *He sets the cup down, and his mother sets the fourth cup down with it, at the same moment, both rims finding the cloth without a sound. He turns his hand over under hers on the wood, palm up, and holds it the way he held it on the threshold the morning she crossed the third post. Whatever the hall holds at noon, the two of them will walk in with their left shoulders together and no string in the county long enough to reach this table.* Drink the last of it, love. When the bell sounds, we go down and let the town see the row whole from the door — and no man in it gets to write a single line about who holds the standing water.

The group reaching the summit of the first peak, with a breathtaking view below.