It didn't take long before Vale's Avatar was deep within the Abyss.
The oppressive Will of this Abyss Realm was still suppressing, but he wasn't discouraged.
His Magic Zone had already accustomed to the Realm as he scanned the horizon for any sign of a Rift or the Demon Lord's stronghold.
As he ventured further, the terrain grew more treacherous, the ground beneath seemed to be pulsating with a malevolent life of its own.
'This realm really looked different… No wonder they all wanted to leave this place…' Vale mused.
As he continued moving, he realized that the air was thick with the cries of unseen creatures, their wails a haunting melody that accompanied his solitary journey…
'Spirits?' Vale thought as he scanned the surroundings. They don't seem to be problems, as they could probably tell that he wasn't the target they were looking for.
After some time, as he continued on his path, his eyes finally lit up.
