The air grew heavier as Elara stepped deeper into the chasm, the darkness swallowing them whole. The ground beneath her feet seemed to pulse with each step, as if the earth itself were alive. The whispers—faint at first—grew louder, more insistent, brushing against her mind like the caress of a thousand forgotten voices. She could feel them, the spirits of the Void, reaching out to her, tugging at her consciousness, trying to pull her in.
Aiden hesitated behind her, his breath shallow, his eyes scanning the blackness with growing dread. "Elara, this isn't just a place of power," he said, his voice tight with fear. "This... this is a nexus. The Void is here, and it's waiting for something—waiting for you."
