The ground trembled beneath Ava as the Abyss closed in, each tremor a reminder that time was slipping away. She cradled him—his body limp, his face pale, his chest still. Her fingers trembled against his cold skin, willing his heart to beat, begging the air to fill his lungs.
But there was nothing.
The darkness, thick and suffocating, spiraled around them. It was no longer just a place; it was a living force. The Abyss had become a predator, its shadows like claws reaching out, eager to claim them both. The edges of her vision blurred as the malevolent energy pressed in from all sides, seeking to consume her, to erase him.
"Don't take him from me," Ava whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with desperation. "Please..."
