The descent into the chasm was slow and treacherous. The jagged rocks beneath Kael's boots crumbled with every step, sending small showers of stones into the void below. His eyes adjusted to the dim light, but the deeper they went, the darker it became, as if the world itself was being swallowed by the shadows.
Behind him, Lady Elara cast a faint luminescent glow, her magic providing just enough light for the group to navigate. Meren, as always, moved silently at the edges of the light, her eyes sharp for any sign of movement, while General Ralven, bringing up the rear, stayed close, ever the vigilant protector.
"This place feels… wrong," Meren muttered, her voice barely audible above the howling wind that echoed from the depths.
She wasn't wrong. The atmosphere here was thick with magic—dark, twisted magic. The closer they came to Veridus, the more Kael could feel the entity pressing against his mind, its whispers now like a steady drumbeat in his head.
"Stay close," Kael said, his voice strained. "We don't know what's down there."
Elara nodded but didn't speak, her focus entirely on maintaining the protective ward around them. The further they descended, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, as if the very air was soaked in the void's power.
After what felt like hours, they reached a narrow ledge, the last point of stability before the abyss yawned wide before them. Below, Kael could make out the faint shapes of buildings—ruins of an ancient civilization, barely visible in the thick, swirling darkness.
"Veridus," Elara whispered, her voice filled with awe and dread. "It's real."
The Lost City lay in ruins, its once-proud spires toppled and broken. But even in its decay, Kael could feel the power that lingered here. The city had been a beacon of magic once, a place where ancient sorcerers had drawn their power directly from the source of creation itself. Now, it was a graveyard, consumed by the very forces it had once controlled.
"We've come this far," Ralven said, his voice gruff. "What's the plan now, Kael?"
Kael's mind raced. He had sensed the entity's presence growing stronger as they descended, and now, standing on the precipice of Veridus, he could feel it more than ever—like a cold hand reaching out from the void, beckoning him closer.
"We need to find the heart of the city," Kael said, his voice firm. "The source of the dark magic. That's where the entity will be weakest. If we can sever its connection to this place, we can stop it from fully returning."
"And if it's a trap?" Meren asked, her eyes scanning the darkness below.
Kael's jaw tightened. "Then we fight."
Without another word, the group began the final descent into Veridus.
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The streets of the lost city were eerily quiet, the silence broken only by the distant whispers that clawed at the edges of Kael's mind. The ruins were massive, towering structures of black stone that seemed to absorb the faint light Elara cast. Strange symbols, long faded and worn, lined the walls—ancient glyphs that hummed with forgotten power.
"This place was once a center of the Arcanum," Elara said softly as they moved through the streets. "The magic here is old… and dangerous."
Kael's senses were on high alert. The whispers in his head grew louder with each step, and he could feel the entity's presence more keenly now, like a predator watching them from the shadows.
"We're not alone," Kael said, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
As if in response, a low rumbling echoed through the ruins. The ground beneath them trembled, and Kael's heart skipped a beat.
"Get ready!" Ralven barked, drawing his weapon.
From the shadows, dark shapes began to emerge—figures twisted and malformed by the void's influence. Their bodies were gaunt, their eyes hollow, and their movements unnatural, as if they were no longer entirely human.
"Void-touched," Elara whispered, her eyes wide with fear.
Kael's hand tightened around his sword as the creatures advanced, their hollow eyes fixed on the group. There were dozens of them, crawling out of the ruins, their bodies contorted and twisted by the void's corruption.
"Hold the line!" Kael shouted, drawing his sword as the first of the creatures lunged toward him.
The battle erupted in a blur of motion. Kael moved with precision, his sword cutting through the void-touched as they swarmed him. Elara's magic flared beside him, bolts of arcane energy striking down the creatures in bursts of light. Ralven fought with brutal efficiency, his massive blade cleaving through the enemy with each swing.
But there were too many.
For every creature they cut down, more seemed to emerge from the shadows, their twisted forms moving with unnatural speed. Kael could feel the darkness pressing in on them, the void-touched growing bolder with each passing moment.
"We're being overwhelmed!" Meren shouted, her daggers flashing as she weaved between the creatures, cutting them down one by one.
Kael gritted his teeth, his heart pounding in his chest. They couldn't hold out much longer. The void's influence was too strong here.
"We need to reach the heart of the city!" Kael yelled, slashing through another void-touched. "That's where the entity is drawing its power from!"
Elara nodded, her eyes glowing with magic. "I'll create a barrier! Go, Kael!"
With a wave of her hand, a shimmering shield of light appeared around them, holding the void-touched at bay. It wouldn't last long, but it would give them the time they needed.
"Come on!" Kael shouted, leading the charge through the ruins toward the center of Veridus.
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The heart of Veridus was unlike anything Kael had ever seen. At the center of the city stood a massive obelisk, black as night and thrumming with dark energy. Around it, the ground was cracked and broken, as if the earth itself had been torn apart by the force of the void.
"This is it," Elara whispered, her voice filled with awe and terror. "The source of the entity's power."
Kael approached the obelisk cautiously, the whispers in his head now a deafening roar. The closer he got, the more he could feel the void's pull, as if the entity was reaching out to him, trying to draw him in.
*It's waiting,* Kael thought, his mind racing. *It knows we're here.*
"What do we do?" Ralven asked, his voice tense.
Kael stared at the obelisk, his mind struggling to focus through the noise. There had to be a way to sever the entity's connection to this place, to destroy the source of its power. But how?
Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook violently, and a low, guttural voice echoed through the air, sending a chill down Kael's spine.
"You have come far," the voice whispered, dark and cold. "But this is where your journey ends."
The entity had awakened.
Kael raised his sword, his heart pounding in his chest. "Not yet."
With a surge of determination, he stepped forward, ready to confront the darkness head-on.
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