The Nether Root was an expanse of nothingness, an infinite darkness that I ventured into with little more than a sliver of hope.
Magic, the very essence of my strength, had no dominion here. The Arcanas, once pulsating with power, were now lifeless stones, void of the energy they once held.
I was alone, save for the spectral presence of my Familiar, the Kraken, whose ethereal form somehow persisted in this place beyond the grasp of any magic.
I walked through the darkness, my every step echoing in the void.
I had no concept of time here; it could've been days, years, or even centuries. I walked endlessly, tirelessly, fuelled by a single, desperate need— to find Karlia.
The solitude was almost maddening.
In this immeasurable silence, the sound of my own heartbeat became my sole companion. I had no voice to speak, no words to utter, my every thought reverberating silently within my mind.
