The world trembled beneath Ava's feet, the Abyss yawning wide before her like a ravenous maw. The ground crumbled, sending cracks spidering out toward the edges of the precipice where she stood, teetering between two realities. The void below seemed to echo the turmoil within her—the pull of ultimate power calling her forward, while the weight of love, trust, and betrayal clawed at her back.
"Ava!" Lucas's voice, hoarse and broken, pierced through the chaos. His figure was barely visible, just a shadow now, flickering in and out as the Abyss swallowed the world around him. His hand, trembling and weak, remained outstretched, desperate to pull her back from the brink. "Ava, please!"
