The silence that followed Raven's fall was suffocating, an eerie stillness that enveloped Luke and Ava as they stared into the abyss. For a moment, Luke couldn't move—couldn't breathe. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of what had just happened hitting him like a tidal wave. Raven was gone, swallowed by whatever malevolent force lay beneath them. His mind refused to process it fully. How could she have just disappeared like that?
"We have to go after her," Luke whispered, more to himself than Ava. His voice was strained, his throat tight with panic. He turned to her, searching for some semblance of hope in her eyes, but found only fear. Ava's face was pale, her wide eyes still fixed on the edge of the chasm as if expecting Raven to reappear at any moment.
