The cave was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the bonfire. Its light flickered against the rough stone walls, casting shadows that danced with the flames.
Outside, the Abyssal Forest lay in perpetual darkness, a thick miasma shrouding the land and obscuring any sense of day or night. Time seemed to lose meaning in this forsaken place, where the line between one day and the next was blurred.
Spark had fallen asleep, leaning against the cold stone wall. His golden hair caught the firelight, giving him an almost ethereal glow. His usual mischievous grin had softened into a peaceful expression. On his chest, Chaos, once a mighty gecko, was now a small and harmless creature, its dark scales absorbing the firelight as it slept soundly.
