The roar of the storm blended with the ceaseless whispers of the Abyss, each gust of wind filled with a promise of power or the threat of annihilation. Ava stood in the heart of the chaos, the edges of her sanity fraying with every beat of her fractured heart. The air crackled with tension, the oppressive energy pressing down on her, forcing her to confront the horrifying reality before her.
The sorceress was no longer amused—her dark amusement had shifted into something more primal, more desperate. Her voice was cold, sharp as ice, piercing the cacophony around them. "You feel it, Ava. The pull of the Abyss. The power waiting for you—just within reach. The agony you carry, the burden you bear... it can all end here."
