The entrance to the Abyssal Labyrinth was a dark, gaping maw carved into the jagged rock, radiating a thick, oppressive energy that made even seasoned adventurers shudder. For miles around, the landscape seemed to grow more hostile, and a chill breeze carried a low, unsettling hum as if the very air were whispering secrets.
Pyris had swapped his usual appearance for the striking guise of Petne Chaos—a pink-haired, absurdly handsome man with eyes that shimmered like gemstones.
His disguise was flawless, and no one in the city would have pegged him as the famous heir of the Obsidian House. With Zara and Alera flanking him, they cut an intimidating figure, but it was the kind that drew attention, not avoided it.
