The air around them felt even colder now, as if the very atmosphere knew that their presence had triggered something.
Cruzer could sense the energy from the Abyssal Shardblade pulsing in rhythm with the void magic that seemed to be growing stronger the closer they got to the ruins.
Every step forward felt heavier, not just from the weight of the cold but from the growing pressure of the void energy that loomed like an unseen predator, stalking them from the shadows.
The icy spires around them cast long, jagged shadows as they approached the entrance to the ruins.
Cruzer could see now that the ruins weren't just structures—they were remnants of something ancient, a civilization long lost to time.
The architecture was alien, formed from smooth, dark stone that seemed to drink in the light around them.
