The storm gathered with an unsettling intensity, the sky churning into a mass of swirling black clouds. A foreboding wind whipped through the village, carrying with it the faintest scent of something ancient, something wrong. The air crackled with electricity, yet it was the quiet, the eerie stillness beneath the noise, that set Lucas on edge. Every instinct screamed at him that something was coming. Something malevolent.
His eyes scanned the village below. The once peaceful settlement had changed, its people now distant shadows of themselves, their expressions hollow, their movements stiff. The Abyss had left its mark.
"Something isn't right," Lucas muttered, clenching his fists, his eyes narrowing as a cold gust whipped his hair back.
