Hades stood at the entrance of the Abyss Hole, the atmosphere heavy with swirling clouds of Abyss Mana. The energy in the air was palpable, dark tendrils of mana weaving through the landscape like eerie mist.
His sharp eyes scanned the shadowy surroundings, the oppressive weight of the abyss pressing against him with every breath he took. He could feel the faint pulse of the abyssal energy, though it was weaker than he'd expected.
As he took his first deliberate steps into the depths, the system chimed in, its tone carrying its usual arrogant flair.
[Well, well, well. Would you look at that? This really is Abyss Mana, though... pretty weak stuff if I'm being honest. Definitely low-rank.] There was a mocking pause before it added, [But hey, it's still Abyss Mana, so I guess it's better than nothing, right?]
