Emerging from the portal, Linsley, Lucy, and Ted stood on the jagged edge of the Abyssal Rift.
Below them lay an unfathomable darkness, broken only by sporadic flashes of crimson light that illuminated the chasm's cavernous walls. Each pulse of energy rippled outward like a malignant heartbeat, suffusing the air with an oppressive weight that seemed to claw at their resolve.
Lucy's Angel of Redemption: Gabriel gift flared brighter, her golden light pushing back the haze of corruption. The divine glow outlined the sharp, twisted rock formations lining the rift and revealed massive, pulsating veins of dark crimson flux running through the stone.
"This place feels alive," Lucy muttered, her voice cutting through the ominous silence. "Or like something waiting to wake up."
Ted's brown flux swirled protectively around him as he stepped closer to the edge. His sharp gaze tracked the trails of crimson energy, leading deeper into the rift's abyssal depths.
