The air in the Abyss crackled with tension, a palpable sense of doom clinging to the desolate landscape. Ava's breath was ragged, her body trembling as her knees threatened to give way beneath her. She stood, barely able to lift her sword, its weight no longer just physical but emotional, a burden she felt down to her very core. The darkness swirled around her, closing in like a predator stalking its prey, merciless and unrelenting.
Across from her, the entity—the twisted, grotesque reflection of herself—smirked with cold disdain, its eyes gleaming with triumph. Every mocking taunt, every venomous word it had thrown at her, had sunk deep, leaving wounds far worse than any physical blow could. Ava could feel the despair wrapping itself around her heart, dragging her into the depths of hopelessness.
"You're finished, Ava," the entity sneered, its voice slithering through the air like poison. "This is where you fall. This is where you always fall."
