The Heart of the World pulsed fiercely in Emily's grasp, its light growing as the shadows pressed in. The battlefield was a blur of motion—twisted creatures lunged from the dark, met by the swift blades of her companions and the crackling magic from Thalia's staff. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the cold bite of the Abyss seemed to creep into their bones.
But they pressed forward, step by step, toward the towering citadel where the Abyss Lord awaited them.
Aiden swung his sword with precision, cleaving through a creature that burst into black smoke as it fell. "Keep pushing!" he yelled, his voice barely carrying over the deafening roar of battle. "We're almost there!"
