Ava stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping through her hair like the fingers of the Abyss itself. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she gazed down at the churning darkness below, the fragment of the Abyss glowing ominously in her trembling hand. The shard pulsated, alive and breathing, reacting to her fear, her anger—her very soul. She could feel its pull, a familiar yet terrifying whisper calling her back into the depths, telling her she would never truly escape.
And perhaps, she believed it.
"You don't belong here," the shadows murmured, curling around her like smoke. "You never did. You are part of us. You are the Abyss."
