The air seemed to thicken as the group ventured deeper into the abyss's domain. Every step was a struggle, not against the terrain but against the oppressive weight of the unnatural energy that permeated the place. Time and space felt distorted here, as if the world itself recoiled from the influence of the abyss. Shadows moved unnaturally, twisting and curling as if alive, and distant whispers reached their ears, promising nothing but madness.
Elara led the way, her sword casting a dim, unwavering glow that acted as their only guide. Her face was set in a mask of determination, but the flicker of doubt in her eyes did not escape Kade's notice.
"We should talk about what happens if we don't come back," Kade said, his voice low, his bow resting against his shoulder.
"We don't have time for defeatist talk," Elara replied without looking back.
