The air in the chamber seemed to grow even colder as the figure approached. Its colossal form slowly coalesced from the shadows, revealing the nightmarish being in all its horror. Lyan and I exchanged a look as the inscriptions near us glowed brighter, revealing the name written upon the stone—"Zhaegor, the Abyssal Maw." I felt the weight of the name settle heavily upon us. It was a name spoken of in fearful whispers, a legend that warned of the Abyss' most dangerous creatures. The sheer tension in the chamber felt like a living entity, wrapping itself around our throats as Zhaegor's full form finally emerged.