The Aftermath
The blast from the Abyssal outpost lit up the sky, its shockwave tearing through the surrounding terrain. Aiden, Myne, and Dren stood on a nearby ridge, the sheer force of the explosion making the ground tremble beneath their feet. Aiden's eyes scanned the inferno below, his expression grim.
"That's one less outpost," Dren muttered, wiping blood from a shallow cut on his cheek. "But we've stirred up a hornet's nest. Malakar won't let this go unanswered."
"Malakar…" Aiden whispered, his mind replaying the fight. The Warden's overwhelming power and chilling confidence left a bitter taste in his mouth. "He's not like the others. He knew exactly who I was and didn't see us as a threat. That's dangerous."
"We bought ourselves some time," Myne said, her voice steady despite her exhaustion. "But you're right. The Abyss won't stay quiet for long. Their invasion is far from over."
