The streets of Arcanis bustled with life as Marcus and Elara navigated the crowded alleys. Vendors called out to sell their exotic wares, while travelers from distant lands exchanged stories of adventure. The scent of spiced meats, freshly baked bread, and rare herbs filled the air, adding to the city's allure. Despite the vibrant atmosphere, Marcus couldn't shake the unease lurking at the edges of his mind.
The Abyss was stirring.
"Marcus, you're quiet," Elara noted as they weaved through the bustling crowd, her sharp eyes scanning for any signs of trouble.
"Just thinking," Marcus replied, his brow furrowed. "This city feels... different. Like there's something beneath the surface. Something wrong."
Elara gave him a sidelong glance. "You've been feeling that since we arrived. Do you think the Abyss has already found its way here?"
Before Marcus could answer, the familiar chime of the system echoed in his mind.
