After Alex reached the third layer of the Abyss, he didn't waste a single second.
He and his undead dashed forward, cutting down anything in their path.
The creatures that lurked in the shadows barely had time to react before they were torn apart by Alex's relentless army.
The deeper he went, the thicker the darkness became, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
Sometimes, Alex felt it clawing at his spirit, trying to seep into his mind.
StOpTryInGYOuCanTWiN—
Before the voice could dig any deeper, Alex closed his eyes and focused.
A pulse of divine energy spread through his body, cleansing his mind from the invasive whispers.
Being the chosen of a god had its perks.
[You have reached the fourth layer of the Abyss.]
Without slowing down, Alex pressed forward.
The abyss was vast, but he moved like a man possessed.
Time lost meaning as he cut through the endless hordes.
An hour later…
