The darkness swirled around them like a living thing, pulsing with malevolence and hunger. Elara stood at its center, her body trembling under the weight of the Void's power. Aiden held her hand, the warmth of his touch anchoring her to something she thought she had lost: herself.
Her defiance had sent a shockwave through the chasm, reverberating in the air, splitting the silence with a crack that echoed for miles. The Void recoiled like a beast struck, its tendrils thrashing violently, seeking to regain control.
But Elara was no longer a passive vessel. She was a fighter.
"Aiden," she whispered, her voice strained but resolute. "I can feel it weakening."
"Then keep going," he urged, his grip tightening. "You can win this. I know you can."
