They reached a clearing where the Abyss mist thinned slightly, offering the group a fleeting respite. Maxwell surveyed the area, gripping his staff tightly, while the others huddled together, pale and exhausted from their harrowing escape.
Charla slumped to the ground, her shoulders quivering as she fought to suppress her sobs. Tyler knelt beside her, his expression calm but resolute. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Survive now. Mourn later," he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of compassion.
Charla nodded, hastily wiping her tears, and pushed herself to her feet. Despite their brief reprieve, everyone knew the Abyss wasn't finished with them yet.
One of the group members broke the tense silence. "Is there any Abyss Monster capable of turning people into zombies?"
