“When the night grows silent, that’s when the monsters move.”
The fourth chapter of Dusk Till Chains bled across the Valley, the cold air at Alcantra thicker than ever. What began as a whispe ...
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“When the night grows silent, that’s when the monsters move.”
The fourth chapter of Dusk Till Chains bled across the Valley, the cold air at Alcantra thicker than ever. What began as a whisper turned into a scream—chains rattling like iron on a crypt door, fairways darker than they had any right to be. By the time the last putt dropped, it was clear: some players survived the night… and others were devoured by it.
☠️ A Tier – The Crimson Crown
The duel of shadows continued.
Kelly Allen (-5) rose from the mist, teeth bared, and claimed the night like a vampire lord, unshaken and precise.
Dave Rector (-4) stalked just one step behind, never quite fading from the hunt.
Thomas Voight (-3), the longtime reaper of Alcantra, struck true but could not outrun the other hunters this time.
The throne of A Tier is smeared with blood, and each week it grows heavier to sit upon.
???? B Tier – Where the Feeding Frenzy Begins
This is where the screams were loudest.
Christopher Foley (-7) cut down the fairways like a blade in the dark, silent and merciless, leaving the others chasing shadows.
Adam Fogelman (-6), once a hunter plagued by struggle, rose with fangs bared—his game transformed, his eyes glowing red.
Jake Ratliff (-6) matched him stroke for stroke, his chains ringing like a war drum in the fog.
Alex Strawn (-5) wasn’t far behind, close enough to taste blood, but not enough to drink deep.
Patrick Phelps (-1), steady and careful, clung to the edge of the firelight.
Jeremy Ratliff (E) staggered under the weight of the dark, finishing even, his steps echoing hollow in the night.
This isn’t a leaderboard anymore—it’s a feeding ground.
???? C Tier – Lost in the Mist
Jerrin Fabrello (+6) wandered alone, his chains echoing through the emptiness. The mist of Alcantra closes tighter with each round, and the silence feels heavier with no others around.
⚰️ D Tier – The Graveyard Trembles
Rheannon Fabrello (+10) clawed and scratched, holding on with a spirit that refuses to break.
Jax Ratliff (+11) stayed close, locked in a grim dance beside her, both stumbling but still fighting.
This isn’t golf for them—it’s survival.
????️ The Darkness Deepens
The dusk is slipping faster now. The fairways grow colder. And every chain sounds like a coffin lid slamming shut.
Week 4 has ended, but the Valley isn’t finished.
The shadows lengthen… and the final nights are coming.
