The disciples had all entered the Abyss Hole, their figures vanishing one by one into the swirling vortex of darkness. Elder Feris stood at the edge of the gate, arms crossed tightly across his chest, his sharp eyes tracking the last of the participants until they disappeared into the abyss.
His expression remained composed, but beneath the surface, his mind was calculating, strategizing every possible outcome of the event.
He let out a low sigh, breaking the tense silence around him. "I hope the disciples this year bring better results," Feris said, his voice deep and resonant, carrying easily over the murmurs of the gathered crowd.
His tone was calm, but those close to him could sense the weight of expectation behind his words. "We need more Abyss Materials and higher-quality resources. If they succeed, it could make a real difference for us... for the future of Necrovauld."
