The path ahead was treacherous, winding through dense forests and up craggy hills, with the ever-present weight of the Abyss lingering over them like a dark shadow. Elara and her companions pressed onward, their resolve firm but their hearts heavy with the knowledge of the challenges yet to come. The encounter with the dark servant had been a stark reminder of the Abyss's relentless power, but it had also proven that they were capable of fighting back.
As they trudged along the muddy trail, the rain began to ease, leaving behind a thick mist that clung to the trees and veiled the landscape in an eerie, gray shroud. The world around them was unnervingly quiet, the usual sounds of the forest muted by the oppressive atmosphere.
"We need to keep moving," Kirin urged, his voice low but urgent. "The Abyss knows we're coming, and it won't give us the luxury of time."
