A world away, in the desolate realm known as the Abyss, Alex sat cross-legged amidst a churning vortex of chaotic energy. The air itself crackled with raw, destructive power, threatening to tear at the very fabric of reality. Unlike Incursio, who battled chaos with control, Alex embraced it, the swirling black energy lashing against him like a malevolent storm.
His usually vibrant features contorted in a silent scream, a grotesque dance between agony and determination. His body, normally a beacon of health, flickered between its natural state and an unsettling inky black. Each pulse of chaotic energy sent a searing jolt of pain through him, a torment unlike anything he had ever known. Yet, Alex pressed on, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with unwavering resolve.
